Panic

"Do you think he might be dead?"

Su Xiaoxiao furrowed her brow. No matter how strong Hanyu was, there had to be a limit.

Lian Buyu was the sixth elder of Yanluo Hall, after all. An all-out strike from a powerhouse like him would probably kill an ordinary cultivator in the Divine Way Realm on the spot.

"He should be fine."

Muzi Li knew just how freakish Hanyu's body was. The battle in the Eastern Territory, when Hanyu and Li Yingqi blew themselves up together, was still vivid in his mind.

An explosion that terrifying hadn't been enough to kill Hanyu. The man had been back on his feet in less than seven days. Lian Buyu had struck with all his might, but Hanyu's Dharma Idol had taken some of the blow.

Muzi Li was certain Hanyu wouldn't die that easily.

An old Daoist was just as certain. When Hanyu had fought Meng Yun, he'd been able to endure in the Blood Sea with his Dharma Idol protecting him.

"Should we keep this from them?"

Muzi Li suddenly glanced at the old Daoist. Hanyu had apparently caught the Heavenly Dao Sect's attention, too.

The old Daoist turned and looked toward the main hall, his expression unreadable for a long while.

After a moment, he sighed. "Leave it alone. We should stay out of it as much as possible."

Staying out of it wasn't easy, of course. They were all from the small world, and the small world belonged to the Heavenly Dao Sect.

In theory, whether or not they joined the Heavenly Dao Sect, they would all end up belonging to it sooner or later. It seemed there was no escaping any of this, nor any way to run.

The only thing the old Daoist could do was protect his