"Yo, you want our sect master to kneel? You old geezer sure are arrogant!" Madam Thunderfire's furious voice came from outside. A group of disciples behind her was sent flying, clearing a path.
Clap, clap, clap. A round of applause rang out as Mo Jingran arrived as well. "Old but refusing to die—you've truly become a bandit. Today, Young Master Jingran will see exactly who ends up surrendering!"
"Hey, bro, what took you so long? I've already been beaten into a pig's head!" a voice howled from within the crowd. I glanced over, but it took me a long while to recognize him.
"Brother Tian, luckily we got here quickly. Brother Wang is fine now!" Liu Da said happily, running over to take credit from me.
The bruised, battered man in tattered clothes promptly kicked him over. "How the hell do I look fine? Haven't I been beaten into a pig's head?"
My tears nearly spilled out. Wang Yuan Yi had been beaten into such a state—it was truly pitiful. Still, it was no wonder he'd suffered. After all, he had betrayed the Tianyuan Sect. The sect's own disciples naturally hated him to the bone and had beaten him half to death.
Behind him was another group of junior brothers and sisters who had been beaten just as badly. Most had suffered brutal abuse and were probably disciples of Madam Pang Rujun.
Now, these disciples looked as though they had encountered their savior. After narrowly escaping death, some began wailing on the spot. Their master had died, and they had yet to recover from their grief before being dragged into the sect's internal conflict and branded reactionaries. No one knew whether they would even survive.
"Brothers and sisters, stop crying! The master of the One Path of Heaven is my