(Please subscribe.) Was watching the show really just watching the show? Couldn't they see him struggling in a sea of suffering, having such a hard time? As fellow disciples, didn't any of them want to help him?
They were fellow disciples.
They were his dearest friends and family!
Was it really okay to stand by and watch? Long-Eared Immortal of Fixed Light felt utterly despairing inside.
"Save me!"
"Senior Disciples, save me..."
"Ahhh..."
"Senior Disciple Brother, stop hitting me! I know I was wrong."
"Wuwuwu..."
Senior Disciple Brother still did not let up, continuing to "comfort" Long-Eared Immortal of Fixed Light. Hun Xiu said, "Junior Disciple Brother Long-Eared, what are you saying?"
"We're merely having a normal spar. Let you go? Have I done anything to hurt you?"
"I..."
Long-Eared Immortal of Fixed Light was suffering bitterly inside.
He hadn't hurt him?
Hadn't he?
This was called sparring?
This was called not hurting him?
How could he say that?
Where was his shame?
Where was his face?
Long-Eared Immortal of Fixed Light was suffering bitterly inside.
Long-Eared Immortal of Fixed Light hurriedly changed his tune. "Senior Disciple Brother, I surrender. I surrender, isn't that enough?"
"Please stop hitting me. If this continues, Long-Eared is going to die."
Die?
Long-Eared Immortal of Fixed Light was merely exaggerating. Hun Xiu's foot hurt terribly, but it was not fatal.
Taking his life? Impossible.
Though it could not take his life—
The humiliation was intense!
It was too embarrassing!
When one's face had been trampled beyond a certain point, wasn't that no different from losing one's life?...
Hearing Long-Eared Immortal of Fixed Light beg for mercy, Hun Xiu remained unmoved. He continued stomping as he roared, "Begging for mercy? Weren't you acting awfully arrogant just now?"
"When you disregarded martial