A Fatal Strike: Purgatory Lifefire!!

At the back of the group, Fang Xingying raised his head, his gaze somewhat vacant.

"Fine, I'm leaving," he said.

He was a direct descendant of the Taiqing Fang Clan and should have held a lofty status, yet he had fallen to such a state. It was truly lamentable.

Fang Chenhuan and Fang Shuyu were the leaders of this twenty-man group.

This group had originally been gathered by Fang Xingying, but after they arrived, everyone had flocked to their side.

"Scram. We'll find Young Master Xing Que ourselves."

"Young Master Xing Que's ranking is rising higher and higher, but he still hasn't reached first place. He probably doesn't have many brothers and sisters around him yet. We need to find them quickly—it's already been ten days," Fang Shuyu said anxiously.

"No problem, Shuyu. Watch me!" Fang Chenhuan said with a smile.

Having shaken off Fang Xingying, they were delighted as they strode onward.

"This guy is truly laughable. Better to live badly than die well," Fang Shuyu said, glancing back at Fang Xingying standing behind them, her eyes full of contempt.

"After all, he's of the direct bloodline," Fang Chenhuan said.

"Young Master Xing Que keeps him around just for amusement. This man is something else—humiliated time and again, stripped of his dignity, yet he can still endure."

"You don't understand. Living like a beast is still called living."

"Hahaha!"

Just as the nineteen of them were laughing, someone suddenly said, "There seems to be someone ahead."

"Quick, chase him! It's prey—don't let him escape."

"Let's gain some more points, then give them all to Young Master Xing Que before the Battle of the Myriad Stars ends."

"Chase!"

The nineteen of them made a tremendous commotion.

Their prey seemed to be cultivating. Upon discovering them, he immediately turned and fled.