The Iron Palm Sect leader's voice boomed like rolling thunder, echoing through the entire mountain forest.
Yet the two youths fleeing ahead seemed not to hear it at all.
Supporting each other, they did nothing but burrow deeper into the mountains.
Having scraped by on the streets since childhood, they naturally could not have been ignorant of the Great Figures who ruled over them.
Over the years, they had seen no shortage of beggars by the roadside squeezed dry of their last drop of blood by such people; wealthy merchants lured into gambling until their families were ruined; mountain folk who found treasures and wished to sell them in the city for a better life, only to die without even a corpse left behind.
If not for the two of them supporting one another, and possessing a little cleverness besides,
they would likely have long since become food in that colossal beast's maw, devoured clean without a scrap remaining!
Having seen so much darkness on the streets,
how could they possibly believe
that the head of such a force would be an honest man who kept his promises?
What was more, a tragedy that had occurred not long ago had given them an even deeper understanding of that sect leader's true face.
The so-called surrendering of the item, entering his sect as Personal Disciples, and soaring to the heavens in a single step were, nine times out of ten, merely false promises meant to lure them out.
They believed even more firmly
that the very next moment after handing over the item, they would be killed on the spot!
With such a great secret involved,
given that sect leader's nature, he would absolutely never allow any outsider to know of it!
Therefore,
their only path was to flee!
To flee