Surrounded by six martial arts apprentices, Old Six was a little dumbfounded. The tables had turned in an instant, and his mind couldn't keep up.
Looking back, Old Six was astonished to find that all his companions had turned into ice sculptures.
What was going on? Who the hell had done this?
Old Six's gaze darted among the martial arts apprentices. He didn't believe five apprentices could have pulled this off.
There had to be an expert helping them from the shadows.
Old Six's heart tightened. He clasped his fists toward the six and said, "Everyone, it's a misunderstanding, all of it! Shen Yue forced me to do this. We're all children of common folk, born of the same roots. Why should we tear each other apart?"
Thirteen-year-old children hadn't fully matured yet, so they should be easy to fool.
Unfortunately, his plan went awry.
Suddenly, the ground dropped sharply. Old Six staggered and nearly landed on his backside.
Once he regained his composure, Old Six realized he had fallen into a regular hexagonal pit.
The pit was five meters long and two meters deep.
At its edge, the six martial arts apprentices stood with their hands on their hips, staring coldly down at Old Six.
"Now you have two choices." Xian Wu's ethereal voice sounded from all around him.
"First, you stand still while one of them beats you for the time it takes to burn a stick of incense. When they're done, you can leave."
"Second, all six of them beat you up together. You can fight back, and if you win, you can leave. If you lose, they'll beat you for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. When they're done, you can leave."
Old Six didn't want either option. With a sorrowful expression,