Zhou Yuhao screamed in agony, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. His face was deathly pale as he fled for his life. So many people surged at him, runes densely filling the air and divine light flashing as they pinned him down and beat him mercilessly. A genius was still only human. Against hundreds of the strongest youths from various tribes, he was no match either. Blood ran from his nose and mouth, his hair hung loose, and he looked utterly wretched.
Usually, he was arrogant and unruly, with extraordinary talent. He had never thought much of these ordinary disciples. Though he would not openly look down on them, he had always held them in contempt. Now, however, they were beating him senseless.
Hundreds of youths who had come from the tribes howled as they surged forward like a raging flood and swallowed him up. Zhou Yuhao shouted, "I really don't know! This has nothing to do with him!"
But who would believe him? You'd just been fighting fiercely and had personally claimed you knew where the Troublemaker Kid was. Plenty of people had heard you with their own ears. Besides, if it wasn't you, why were you running?
Zhou Yuhao cursed furiously. If he didn't run, he'd be beaten to death. He really couldn't wash himself clean even if he jumped into the Yellow River.
"Brothers, catch him! We'll question him slowly!" someone shouted.
Still, Zhou Yuhao's fighting prowess was no joke. He charged this way and that. Though he couldn't escape and had suffered serious injuries, he continued to struggle desperately.
"Thud!"
A small palm formed from runes struck from the shadows and landed squarely on his left ribs. Zhou Yuhao was hit as if by lightning and sent flying, letting out a scream. That rune