Lord Hu was just about to grab the several mid-grade Spirit Stones when the stones suddenly vanished from Xu Yi's palm.
Lord Hu's smile instantly froze. He glared darkly at Xu Yi. "What do you mean?"
Xu Yi laughed heartily. "If I gave you Spirit Stones, I'm afraid you couldn't bear the consequences. I have no Spirit Stones, but I do have five good men!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, Xu Yi struck out with his palm.
"Don't!"
Mu Guangming cried out in alarm.
Xu Yi's palm came down even faster, smacking Lord Hu across the face. Lord Hu didn't even manage a scream before he traced a long arc through the air and crashed straight into a bed of flowers.
Thump. Mu Guangming slumped to the ground, pointing at Xu Yi, at a loss for words and close to tears.
Looking at Mu Guangming, Xu Yi felt a strange pang of sadness.
He wasn't sad for Mu Guangming, but for himself.
The Immortal Path stretched endlessly before them, so hard to pursue.
Mu Guangming, a mighty leader of a sect, had gone mad for it and humbled himself for it.
Hadn't Xu Yi himself also sunk into it, unable to extricate himself?
After a long, dazed silence, Mu Guangming rose to his feet. "Brother, go quickly. I'll grit my teeth and endure whatever hardships come. I'll get through it somehow, so don't worry about me. If you stay here, I'm afraid things will get even..."
Before he could finish, Mu Guangming's expression suddenly changed.
Lord Hu, his face swollen and red, came hurtling toward them like a newly castrated bird, with several Yang Venerate experts close behind. Their clothes were identical to Mu Guangming's, and it was clear he'd called in reinforcements.
"Hey, you bastard! Don't