At the End of the Road
The three Martial Emperors who had stayed behind looked at one another.
George was dead.
His older brother Peck would definitely kill them.
That guy was a veteran Martial Emperor.
"What do we do? Should we chase them?"
"How are we supposed to chase them? If we catch up, it'll be dangerous!"
"If we don't chase them, what if George's death gets pinned on us? We're completely unharmed, while he's dead."
"They'll say we stood by and watched him get killed without lifting a finger. Four Martial Emperors, and another one got killed."
"No, we couldn't react in time at all, okay? If I could, I'd even be willing to die in George's place. It's not like we had the chance!"
"How about we make something up? Say a Half-Saint suddenly appeared. Who would've thought there was actually a Half-Saint secretly protecting those people..."
"Isn't that complete bullshit? Not even dogs would believe that. If there really were a Half-Saint protecting them, I'd eat three pounds of it."
On either side of the canyon, Shen Tianyin and Shen Tianjun stood atop the peaks with their arms crossed, exchanging a glance.
Should they go down and feed them three pounds?
The three Martial Emperors were still discussing it when the main force arrived.
They could be seen from far away.
With no other choice, the three crouched down and pretended to treat George.
"George, George... You have to hold on..."
As the leaders approached, one of them immediately shouted.
"Mr. Kent, George isn't going to make it..."
The people from the Qian Shan Xiu Association immediately stepped forward.
One look—
Damn it, they instantly wanted to curse.
Not going to make it? He was dead as a doornail!
His brain had been pierced through.
"What