"Junior Brother Ma, what are you doing?"
The Silver-Haired Elder turned his head, beard and hair bristling, his expression terrifying to behold. To say his eyes were red and nearly splitting was no exaggeration at all.
Drip, drip—blood ran down along the front of his robes.
A dagger was lodged in the left side of his chest, sunk in all the way to the hilt. His heart had already been pierced through, yet he seemed unable to feel the pain. Eyes wide, he stared at the Robe-Clad Elder before him, his face filled with shock and fury—but beneath that shock and fury was even more disbelief.
Though the Spirit Ghost Sect had many Supreme Elders, he had always had the deepest friendship with this Junior Brother Ma. Yet at this very moment, was he the one who had stabbed him in the back?
"Why? Why would you do this?"
A voice like a cuckoo weeping blood entered his ears. With his heart so viciously stabbed, his physical body was sure to perish. Yet now, he could no longer care about anything else. His eyes bulged, and ignoring the blood gushing like a spring from his wound, he only wanted to ask clearly why the other party had done this.
Otherwise, he would die with his eyes open.
After the cultivator surnamed Ma had launched his sneak attack and stabbed his fellow sect member, he immediately retreated more than a hundred zhang away. At the same time, he summoned his Life-Bound Dharma Treasure, his face full of vigilance, afraid the Silver-Haired Elder would suddenly erupt in a surprise attack.
After all, his guilty conscience made him skittish.
Yet he had not expected things to develop differently from what he had imagined. After suffering such a heavy blow, the other party actually