As the Stone Gate shattered, everyone looked upon the scene within the pool of Corpse Water beyond it and could not help being shocked once more.
Five men were trapped in the Corpse Water. The oldest was only in his early twenties, while the youngest was merely fifteen or sixteen. Only their heads remained above the water. None of them were fully conscious, enduring solely through brute force of will.
The four younger men all raised their arms, holding up the man in his early twenties to keep him from being soaked by the Corpse Water.
Once they recognized the man being held aloft as Feng Yuan's son, Feng Minglang, the faces of the accompanying elders all darkened.
How could they fail to understand what this scene meant? Feng Minglang must have ordered the others to hold him up, letting his Fellow Disciples suffer such calamity for his own selfish benefit!
They were all their most beloved children and personal disciples. One could only imagine how distressed the elders felt.
The color had drained from Feng Yuan's face as well. He wanted nothing more than to split his own son apart with a single palm strike for committing such an inhumane act.
"Master, Master, hurry... hurry and save Brother Minglang!"
Just then, one of the men soaking in the water suddenly spoke, weakly calling out to his master on the shore.
The others gradually regained some awareness upon hearing the commotion. Tears welled up in their bloodshot eyes.
"Quick, hurry! Brother Minglang is about to die!"
"Please, save Brother Minglang, quickly!"
"Brother Minglang stayed in this terrifying water the longest so that we would suffer less. He's already at death's door!"
In an instant, everyone was shocked all over again. No one had expected the scene before them to take