In terms of strength, Tiangang had indeed been a little stronger than Xie Chun and Old Dao. But when it came to how aggrieved he felt, Tiangang had unquestionably been the most aggrieved of them all.
No matter how you looked at it, Old Dao had at least fought He Jin fair and square. He had been defeated head-on, and though he was unwilling to accept it, He Jin had simply been the better fighter. There was nothing he could say about the loss.
Xie Chun had ventured alone into Panshi Ridge and fought a battle of his own. At least he had fought to his heart's content, and even though he had lost, he had no complaints.
But from the very beginning, Tiangang had been suppressed. The battle had never gone according to his rhythm. You could say that at every step, he had fallen into the calculations of those official forces.
Even when he was completely crushed, he still hadn't managed to set his own pace.
At that moment, he missed Dizang and Qingfeng more than anything. If the three of them had faced the enemy together, backed by several hundred personal guards and Protector Army soldiers, how could the battle have ended like this? It never would have!
Unfortunately, no matter how unwilling he was to accept it, he could do nothing to change the situation.
Once Han Jingjing had personally joined the fight, Tiangang's fate had been sealed.
Those people hadn't even needed to bring out their trump cards to suppress him. Let alone Tiangang—even the Bizarre Tree itself wouldn't have had the courage to face such an elite force.
When sparks of Dong Qing's true fire fell on Tiangang, he failed to dodge them.
The power of the true fire instantly engulfed his entire body.