Ascending the Tower Again

Zhou Qiubai was sent flying by the shock. White Clothes Sword carved a long mark across the stone slabs as he crashed into a stone pillar at the edge of the training ground, hitting it so hard that it shook.

He dropped to one knee, propping himself up with his sword, a thread of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Yang Guyun had also been forced back a dozen steps, each one stamping a deep footprint into the stone slabs.

Returnless Spear stabbed into the ground, holding him firmly in place.

Only, at that moment, the web between Yang Guyun's thumb and forefinger had split open, and blood ran down the shaft of the spear.

The training ground fell into a brief silence.

Zhou Qiubai pushed himself up with his sword, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and broke into a smile.

Yang Guyun pulled Returnless Spear out of the ground, shook the bits of broken stone from the shaft, and also smiled faintly.

The smile was thin, but anyone who knew him understood that Yang Guyun was in a good mood.

Lu Qinghou sheathed his sword and looked at Zhou Qiubai and Yang Guyun, a helpless smile appearing on his face.

Putting aside ganging up on a smaller number, they had also bullied the young with age and the weak with strength. The three behaviors most despised in the Soul Master world—they had done them all today.

"A loss is a loss. A combination of level fifty-one and level fifty-nine, up against twelve people starting at Soul Saint, losing isn't shameful." Lu Qinghou reached out and pulled Zhou Qiubai up. "If you're not convinced, you're welcome to come again anytime. If you want to find any one of