"Ah..."
"You're murdering your disciple..."
"Help..."
Wails and howls echoed endlessly through the air.
"You unfilial disciple, I'll beat you to death!"
The old man from the Nether Sect kept lashing out with the whip in his hand, blood dripping steadily from the air.
At that moment, miserable cries resounded through the heavens.
Zhao Ren Tian, standing beside the protective barrier with a bruised and swollen face, recalled what had happened earlier. His entire body still ached faintly.
The You Sect Master beside him looked at Zhao Ren Tian's face, which resembled that of a tabby cat, and said with a smile, "Brother Zhao, what happened to you?"
"Why are you covered in so many colors?"
Zhao Ren Tian shot the middle-aged man a displeased look, then turned away. "Nothing. I was lucky enough to escape from an old turtle at the Dou Zong level."
The surrounding sect masters gathered around upon hearing this news and discussed it.
"Damn, since when did you become this fierce?"
"You managed to escape from a Dou Zong-level magical beast? Your strength is no joke!"
"As expected of the number one Dou Emperor. You're the only one I respect!"
Listening to the flattery around him, Zhao Ren Tian suddenly felt as though his bones had hardened.
It was as if the pain throughout his body was no longer worth mentioning.
His whole body felt great.
At that moment, the old man from the Nether Sect saw Zhao Ren Tian below, and his face darkened. He secretly gritted his teeth.
"This brat actually called his master a turtle?"
"Looks like I didn't punish him hard enough."
"After we get back, I must hang him up and beat him properly again."
Just then, Fu Ya appeared beneath the protective barrier, and Zhao Ren Tian's