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The atmosphere in the starry sky was extremely strange.

Everyone looked at Wang Teng and Hui Old Freak, sweating on Wang Teng's behalf.

This guy really wasn't afraid of death at all!

An apology!

An Immortal Level weapon!

He really dared to ask for it. Wasn't he afraid of angering Hui Old Freak and ending up with nothing?

Yet Wang Teng looked at Hui Old Freak without the slightest fear, a cold smile hanging at the corner of his lips as the battle sword in his hand continued to slowly turn.

The Black Mountain Royal Clan Youth was nearly fainting from the pain. That was his heart, yet now a sword was lodged in it, slowly twisting. Probably no one had ever experienced such a feeling before.

At this moment, he hated Wang Teng to the extreme, but he also feared him to the extreme.

This bastard was too ruthless!

His initial arrogance had long since vanished. He only wanted to survive now, and everything depended on Elder Hui.

Only Elder Hui could save him.

If Elder Hui refused to save him, he would definitely die.

Thus, the Black Mountain Royal Clan Youth used his ultimate move—he looked at Elder Hui with pitiful eyes filled with pleading and dependence.

Elder Hui, I was raised by your own hands!

If possible, he desperately wanted to speak, but the agonizing pain from his heart made it feel as if something were lodged in his throat. He could not utter a single word.

Hui Old Freak's expression shifted, and he sighed helplessly inwardly. Black Shan Gan was, after all, a prodigy in whom they had placed tremendous hopes. He could not simply watch Black Shan Gan die.

The next moment, he stopped hesitating. With a wave of his hand, an Immortal Level battle