"Worship the Master as a god?"
Hearing the four hall masters say that, Ye Yonglie instinctively widened his eyes. It suddenly felt as if his niche culture had gone mainstream.
"Yes." The master of Maple Thunder Martial Hall reverently exclaimed, clutching his nearly severed right arm:
"Lord Fang Can, with the strength of the second Mysterious Pass, single-handedly defeated thirty-five Heart Manifestation Warriors in a row. Such courage is beyond anything we could ever hope to match."
The master of Chaos Beast Martial Hall nodded in agreement.
"The martial arts techniques we've spent decades training in were completely mastered after less than two incense sticks' worth of sparring. No one can match such talent. I'm thoroughly convinced."
From the hall masters' accounts, Ye Yonglie and the others gradually pieced together what Fang Can had done during the day.
With his Heart Manifestation exhausted, he broke through the barrier between life and death at the second Mysterious Pass. He endured Heart Manifestation attacks without resting and defeated dozens of martial artists in a row.
With such an astonishing record, it was no wonder that after the battle, four defeated Heart Manifestation Warriors had laid down their arms and pledged themselves to Fang Can as their god.
"Then... Lord Fang Can is..."
Yan Zhi looked at Fang Can in Ye Yonglie's arms. He was covered in blood, with large sections of bone shattered and bruises in shades of blue, black, and purple covering every exposed patch of skin. One wound went right through him, visible from his chest to his back.
Despite his utterly wretched appearance, his breathing was remarkably deep. He was in a profound sleep, his expression utterly peaceful.
"After defeating us, Lord Fang Can leaned against the side to rest and told us to bring him back," said the