"Senior?" In One Man City, Lu Ye, covered in blood, stared in astonishment at the burly figure slowly rising from the throne.
If anyone had told him before this that Ba Qiu would attack him, he would never have believed it.
Though he had not had much contact with the strongest man in the Inner Realm, Ba Qiu had always been open and upright. He had given Lu Ye and Fang much guidance and care. That was why, upon learning that something had happened here, Lu Ye had rushed over without hesitation.
Yet just now, Ba Qiu had truly attacked him—and it had been a sneak attack!
Not far away, Fu Wei abruptly rose to his feet and was about to rush toward Lu Ye, but Baxia seized his wrist in an iron grip.
Fu Wei turned to look at his ancestor. Baxia slowly shook his head, his expression grave. "Don't go!"
"Ancestor, I have to help!" Fu Wei said heavily.
He and Lu Ye shared honor and disgrace. He had just fought Xuan Wuzong, and now that they faced Ba Qiu, they naturally had to advance and retreat together.
But as soon as the words left his mouth, he suddenly remembered that Ba Qiu was not Xuan Wuzong. Ba Qiu's relationship with his own ancestor was just like his own relationship with Lu Ye.
So if he entered the battle to help, his ancestor certainly would not stand by either. Then it would still be a two-against-two situation.
And if that truly happened, the one he would have to face would be his own ancestor!
That was something Fu Wei absolutely did not wish to confront.
His gaze trembled. "How did it come to this?"
Baxia spoke earnestly. "You must have glimpsed your own fate before!"
Fu Wei suddenly