"Let the great man overlook the little man's faults? I don't recall you having done anything wrong."
Xia Ping stood with his hands behind his back and said lazily, "And weren't you acting all high and mighty before? Didn't you say that even if you died, you wouldn't ask me for help? Now you need rescuing? Haven't got a shred of backbone?"
He still remembered how, before entering the Demon Battlefield, this bunch had been unbelievably arrogant. They had said they would never cooperate with him even if it killed them, putting on the air of never having anything to do with him until death.
And now they actually had the nerve to ask him for help? Were they dreaming?!
"Xia Ping, fuck your grandfather! A man may be killed, but never humiliated!"
"That's right! This guy's mouth is too venomous. I'm irreconcilable with him!"
"I'd rather die than ask this bastard for help! How dare he humiliate our Lingyun Sect like this!"
"I can't stand this bitch for even one second!"
The lungs of the Lingyun Sect disciples nearly exploded with rage. They hated Xia Ping even more than the demons, gritting their teeth and wishing they could give the bastard a vicious beating.
"Enough!"
Meng Yunxiao shouted, "A sect's dignity isn't shown through something like this. Only the living have value; once you're dead, you have nothing. You are Lingyun Sect disciples with limitless futures ahead of you. Don't talk so lightly about dying."
"Don't forget, there are still so many ambitions you haven't fulfilled. Are you willing to die in the hands of demons like this? To die in this place like this—can you accept that?!"
He berated his fellow Lingyun Sect disciples.
Hearing this, the Lingyun Sect disciples all clenched their fists. Meng Yunxiao was right: