Is this still my Huashan Sect?
Staring at the chaotic scene before him, Zong Gui gripped the Golden Cloud Sword, his eyes blank. He looked as if he had aged more than a decade. If this continued, the Huashan Sect would be erased from the martial world!
Why had this happened?
What had I done wrong? Why was Heaven punishing me like this?
Du Ge was incredibly fast. In no time, he had backstabbed more than a dozen people and had even managed to return and help Feng Zhong.
After all.
The Huashan Formation had fallen into complete chaos, and he could always find someone with their back turned to him.
With eyes in the back of his head, he surveyed the entire battlefield. Whenever he noticed Feng Zhong in danger, he would casually find someone to thrust at him, allowing himself to block the attack for Feng Zhong.
Du Ge was like a black bolt of lightning, flashing back and forth through the crowd. Every time he stopped, someone fell.
"Those Huashan Sect disciples who are still conscious, what are you spacing out for? Save people! Hurry and carry the wounded aside. Are you really going to watch them get trampled to death? This battle isn't something you can participate in. Preserve your strength and do something more meaningful." Finding a moment to spare, Du Ge stopped and shouted orders at the dazed and helpless Huashan disciples. He did not forget to advertise himself, either. "The Peacekeeping Gang is a benevolent and righteous organization. No matter the circumstances, we will always put lives first."
The difference in character was immediately clear.
Whatever Feng Qi's true purpose was, he had been reacting passively to the conflict provoked by the Huashan Sect from beginning to end...
That was right.
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