The moment she heard Sword Master confirm it, Feng Qian let out a heart-rending cry. "Captain!"
Overcome by sudden anguish and fury, she fainted from the pain in her heart.
Feng Dao's body swayed precariously as well. He turned with a crash and fell to his knees. "Sword Master... save my brother! He's a hero! He shouldn't be lying there like this! He shouldn't!"
Feng Dao's voice had gone hoarse.
By the time he reached the final few words, his throat seemed packed with gravel. Each word he spoke appeared to carry the stench of blood.
"Those damned scum of the mainland!"
Feng Dao cursed with utter fury, and at last, unable to hold them back any longer, tears came streaming down his face.
"My brother... how tragic..."
Snow Condensing Sword sighed softly. "In his current condition, he can't be treated at all. We have to take him back to headquarters before he can receive proper treatment... Perhaps... perhaps there's still hope."
Looking at Fang Che before them, even Rui Qianshan and Yu Tianqi had no confidence whatsoever. Can he really still be saved?
No wonder Thirteen Deadly Blades had left so decisively. He had struggled for more than half a year, yet could only bring Fang Che to this state. To truly awaken Fang Che was already beyond what one person's strength could accomplish.
They needed a place where all the resources were gathered—the Sole True Sect headquarters in Divine Capital, or Guardians' Kanke City!
Thirteen Deadly Blades had exhausted every ounce of his strength, yet he still couldn't restore Fang Che.
After seeing the true extent of Fang Che's injuries, the two of them finally understood.
No wonder Thirteen Deadly Blades had handed him over despite his immense resentment.
"Even in this situation, Thirteen Deadly Blades didn't ask