Oh! Bei Bei!
You had been messed with too miserably, hadn't you?
Was this really your intention? Even if you were the White Robes Overlord of Dao Enforcement, the gatekeeper of the new generation of Seven Sword Immortals, with the Holy Emperor Bei Clan above the Heavenly Ladder backing you, could you really lead Master Shou there?
The Five Domains spectators, led by Feng Zhongzui, had been thoroughly convinced by Master Shou's devilish methods.
This fellow truly could not be provoked.
But Sword Immortal Bei did not seem to have provoked him much either. Why was he fixated on tormenting her alone without letting up?
Then again...
Other than seizing someone like Bei Bei, who had a Holy Emperor background, to manipulate, it seemed that anyone else would be unable to withstand the reckoning that would come afterward. From that perspective, Master Shou seemed rather kind?
Whether Xu Xiaoshou was kind or not, the person involved, Bei Bei, had clearly lost all concept of it.
It was as though she had been parasitized. She had become unlike herself, yet also more like the genuine self she ought to have had at this age, finally set free.
"Here, here!"
She led the way, taking Xu Xiaoshou, Feng Zhongzui, and the Five Domains audience beyond the Dao Transmission Mirror toward what had once been the back-mountain area of the Holy Mountain ruins.
"No, no!"
The Holy Mountain Refugee Group could only fret anxiously behind them.
Even tied together, they could not match one of Master Shou's hands. How could they stop him? They could only follow on foot.
"No, why are they following us? Shouldn't they scatter? Aren't they afraid of dying?" Feng Zhongzui glanced behind him and felt utterly awful.
The Holy Mountain Refugee Group was not stupid, was it?
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