"This man had reached the Mid Saint Realm and bore hatred toward our Su Di Sect. We cannot raise a tiger only to invite disaster."
Su Fei He said in a deep voice. Had he not remained in the Su Di Sect during this period, Yan Nu might have succeeded.
Yan Nu was a member of the Barbarian Race. His physical body was extraordinarily powerful; ordinary Saints could hardly injure him at all. The thought of it still filled Su Fei He with lingering fear.
The moment Shangguan Dao Sheng heard this, he grew anxious, yet he did not know how to dissuade him.
"If you dare kill him, by our ancestors above, I will never forgive you!"
The Beggars Girl cursed furiously, her voice choked with tears. Without Yan Nu, how could she have grown up? In her heart, Yan Nu was like her grandfather.
Unfortunately, no one paid her any heed.
Su Fei He took out a slender iron sword and slowly walked toward Yan Nu.
"I'll tear out his tendons, strip his skin, and refine his soul!"
The Saint whose arm Yan Nu had broken cursed viciously, drawing a cold snort from Shangguan Dao Sheng.
You didn't seem so imposing earlier!
"The Su Di Sect is no longer the Su Di Sect of old."
Shangguan Dao Sheng sighed inwardly, then closed his eyes.
Because of the battle with the Holy Gate, Su Fei He had become deeply dissatisfied with him. No matter how he tried to persuade Su Fei He now, Su Fei He would not listen, leaving him utterly disheartened.
Yan Nu trembled as he raised his head and looked at the hundred-thousand-foot divine stone statue before him.
"In the end... I still failed to welcome you back. I could not even protect your descendant..."
Yan