Who Dared Touch Someone from the Supreme Dao Field!

Xiao Yang's strength had been almost completely drained. He could only keep himself upright by leaning on Anlan's Spear.

As he watched the dramatic scene unfold before him, he felt not only shock but also a warm current welling up inside him.

These people... were his father's fellow disciples! They had come to save him!

"Me too!"

"Me too!"

Just then, the void was torn open again, and two more figures stepped out.

One was a blind old man holding a battered ancient zither in his arms. Though he couldn't see, his "gaze" landed precisely on Xiao Yang and Xiao Wuji.

The other was a burly man as massive as a small mountain, with a full beard. Bare-chested, his bronze skin covered in scars, he carried an enormous axe wider than a door panel on his shoulder.

The moment he appeared, he stared fixedly at Xiao Wuji's battered form on the ground. His tiger-like eyes instantly reddened, and a choked, muffled sound came from his throat, but he couldn't utter a single word.

He was mute.

The one-armed Butcher, the lame Lame Old Beggar, the blind old zither player, and the mute.

All four were disabled, and each looked utterly down on his luck. Yet standing together, the invisible aura they gave off left every Great Sage present struggling to breathe.

"U-Uncles..."

A voice so faint it was almost inaudible came from behind Xiao Yang.

It was his father!

Xiao Yang whipped around and saw that his father, Xiao Wuji, had somehow mustered the strength to cling to his last breath. He gave the four men a smile more painful than tears.

"Eldest Senior Brother!"

"Eldest Senior Brother, how are you?"

The Butcher, the Lame Old Beggar, and the others blanched and took a single step to Xiao Wuji's side.