274 Nine Dies, One Lives, Ten Dies, None Lives (1/2)

At the entrance to the main hall of the first level of the royal mausoleum were corpses of the ninjas and the players. They had not disappeared yet, but the blood on the ground had dried up, and it was an abnormal black. Once the people from the four sects left, the many injured members from Soaring Tiger Sect, Hidden Soul Guild, and Beggar's Sect occupied one corner each. Once they used Jinchuang Ointment and circulated their qi to heal their wounds, the hall portrayed the horrifying and desolate sight that would always emerge after a war.

No one noticed that one Soaring Tiger Sect member had disappeared from among the Soaring Tiger Sect group. After a while, they returned without alarming anyone.

The Soaring Tiger Sect members were surprised while the people from Beggar's Sect and Hidden Soul Guild did not notice it.

When the expressions of the people from Soaring Tiger Sect changed upon seeing their companion appear beside them again, a snow white messenger pigeon appeared!

It flapped its wings, and the sound of it leaving broke the dull atmosphere in the hall. The bosses of Hidden Soul and Beggar's Sect looked up and glanced at the people from Soaring Tiger Sect. Hidden Soul Guild's boss turned his head around and looked at his arm, and a bitter look appeared on his face.

Losing an arm could be considered as a major thing in the game, but also as something minor.

Fortunately, the arm he lost was his left arm, which meant that he managed to preserve a certain degree of his fighting ability. Also, he did not lose his left arm completely. He had it preserved in his Universe Bag. Once he got out, he could search for a hospital and have the physicians there sew his arm back. He could then use some expensive medicine to restore himself to his peak condition.

However, before he found a physician, his combat ability would be compromised. His hopes of clearing the royal mausoleum were already quite low!

The people from the four sects had went into the depths of the royal mausoleum some time ago and had yet to retreat. The people from the three sects believed that they had managed to handle the situation, and because of it, they considered going deeper into the royal mausoleum once more.

However, if Hidden Soul Guild's boss had to be truthful, with his abilities and the combat prowess of his remaining brothers, it would be very dangerous if they went in, and Beggar's Sect as well as Soaring Tiger Sect were in the same situation. They were conflicted for a long period of time over the decision on whether they should take the risk or leave the royal mausoleum.

Right then, Hidden Soul Guild's boss snapped out of his daze because of Soaring Tiger Sect's messenger pigeon. He finally realized that it was time for him to make a decision. If he continued to stay there, he would just waste his time and show himself a coward.

”Everyone!”

He placed his fist in his palm and saluted the others with the severed arm. His pale face attracted quite a lot of attention and sympathetic gazes.

”We've rested for a long time, and it's time for us to move. I wonder if you've come to a decision yet, my brothers. Should we venture deeper, or leave?”

Right after he finished speaking, the decision makers of Beggar's Sect and Soaring Tiger Sect stood up from their camps as well.

”Leave?”

Before the person from Beggar's Sect could speak, the man with the tanned face who stood up from Soaring Tiger Sect's Camp took over the conversation with a bitter smile. He spoke with a mocking tone. ”Where should we go?”

He then began to laugh in a self-deprecating manner.

The leader of Hidden Soul Guild had a puzzled look on his face. ”Brother, what do you mean by that?”

”I'll tell you the truth, I have a companion who logged off once just now. When he logged in again, he was still in this place. He never left the royal mausoleum.” He paused for a moment before he swept his gaze over the entire area, then he looked at the faces with the ”excited” expressions. ”Everyone, do you understand what this means?”

”What?!”

The boss of Hidden Soul Guild was the first to show astonishment on his face.

”This means that unless we find the correct way to leave this place, we will die trapped here. Of course, if we wait until tomorrow, we might be relocated outside. But there is also another possibility.”

It was clear that the man with the tanned face had thought about it for a long time. He looked around the main hall and said a possibility that made all the people's hearts tremble in fear.

”There is a possibility that a trap will be activated in the royal mausoleum, and we will all be killed so that it can send us out of the royal mausoleum!”

Boom!

The people in the hall instantly burst into a commotion.

”Impossible!”

A few people did not believe in his words and chose to log off.

But soon, they appeared where they logged off, just as the man with the tanned skin had said they would.

The face of Hidden Soul Guild's boss turned even paler.

His eyes sparkled for a moment. He trembled as he brought out his pen and paper. He wrote a sentence on it and sent the letter.

In truth, their masters had indeed given them a reminder while they gave them the quest that there were many traps in the royal mausoleum and they were to be careful. They had to quickly kill all the ninjas to be considered to have perfectly completed the quest.

But by then, not a single trap in the royal mausoleum had appeared!

The only things they saw were the ninjas' ambush.

Hence, the words of the man with the tanned face from Soaring Tiger Sect were justified. At the moment the traps in the royal mausoleum were activated, everyone inside it might die.

However, Hidden Soul Guild still placed their hopes on the diviners in World of Martial Arts, who gave off the feeling that they could predict everything. They asked them to help them solve the question.