Novsky had been pondering the matter of the Mission Space, and coupled with his wariness of Xu Yue's strength, he merely watched coldly when the gathered heroes stepped forward to besiege Xu Zhu, showing no intention of intervening.
That young monk was stubborn too. Even at a time like this, he refused to soften his words and kept speaking up for Qiao Feng.
Qiao Feng had originally been unable to hold himself back from helping, but Xu Yue stopped him.
"Don't worry. With me here, he won't die. This will help him grow."
Because Xu Yue had spoken, and out of trust in him, Qiao Feng endured his reluctance and silently watched from the side as the gathered heroes brutally beat Xu Zhu.
Would this really help him grow?
His face had been beaten out of shape.
A few more teeth had fallen out.
That had been the sound of bones breaking, right?
Damn it, they'd beaten the shit out of him.
You can't hit there.
Were they dissatisfied with Little Dezzi and looking to replace him?
Eugh~ He might not live long enough to be replaced...
Regardless of Qiao Feng's inner drama, Xu Zhu was now lying on the ground like a limp puddle of mud.
The crowd's attacks had devolved entirely into kicking.
Fortunately, there were only so many places to kick. Since they had to take turns so everyone could become an accomplice, Xu Zhu managed to hang on to a single breath.
But that was all he had left.
Xuan Nan alone could no longer keep the situation under control.
Only then did Xu Yue slowly step forward and speak.
"The little monk is still young. Everyone, that should be enough."
His tone was gentle, yet it rang with perfect clarity in the ears of the