Is this still my Huashan Sect? Looking at the chaotic scene before him, Zong Gui gripped the Golden Radiance Sword, his eyes vacant, as though he had aged more than ten years. If this went on, the Huashan Sect would be struck from the martial world! Why had things turned out this way?
What had I done wrong? Why was Heaven punishing me like this?...
Dug was incredibly fast. In no time at all, he had Backstabbed more than ten people, with enough time to double back and rescue Feng Zhong.
After all, the Huashan formation had descended into utter chaos. He could always find someone with their back turned to him.
His Third Eye overlooked the entire battlefield. Whenever he spotted Feng Zhong in danger, he only had to pick someone at random and thrust toward them, and he could shield Feng Zhong from disaster.
Dug was like a black bolt of lightning, flashing back and forth through the crowd. Every time he paused, someone fell.
"Huashan Sect disciples who are still clear-headed, what are you standing around for? Save them! Hurry up and carry the wounded to the side! Are you really going to watch them get trampled to death? This battle is beyond your ability to take part in. Preserve yourselves and do something more meaningful." Seizing a spare moment, Dug stopped and shouted orders at the bewildered, helpless Huashan disciples. He did not forget to advertise for himself, either. "The Peacekeeping Gang is a gang of righteousness. No matter when, we put lives first."
With those words, the difference between them was plain as day.
No matter what Feng Qi's true intentions were, from beginning to end, he had only been passively responding to the dispute started by the Huashan Sect...
That was right.
The war