Cold Sword White Bamboo dragged her wounded body as she led Jiang Feng and Huang Wuji straight out of the main hall and back to the courtyard residence.
"Bastards! They've gone too far!" Jiang Feng cursed furiously.
"We only wanted to pay a visit to Senior Zhang Yu, the Demon-Sealing Divine Lord, yet they... he actually struck with such vicious cruelty!" For the first time, Jiang Feng felt the helplessness and humiliation of facing an overwhelming power.
He had already sensed it: whether it was himself, Cold Sword White Bamboo, or even Huang Wuji, they were all like ants before that terrifying power.
That power seemed capable of deciding their life and death at will.
They were mighty experts from a world among the myriad heavens, rulers of a world among the myriad heavens, yet in the hands of a mere guard, they could be killed at a word and punished at a word!
What kind of damned place was this Great Wilderness Golden Summit?
"Unfair!" That was what Jiang Feng felt in his heart at that moment. Lives as powerful as theirs were no more than ants beneath the tyrannical might of these rulers, let alone the countless divine humans and divine beasts throughout the myriad heavens!
"What happened?" Sensing the disturbance, Muyun Changfeng rushed out of his room.
Seeing the three of them injured to varying degrees, Muyun Changfeng found it hard to believe.
Huang Wuji in particular seemed to be the most severely injured; even his last trace of vitality was nearly being snuffed out.
Even Cold Sword White Bamboo, who was the least injured, had a terrifying bloody hole in her chest that showed the extraordinary skill of the one who had wounded her.
Cold Sword White Bamboo stood frozen where she was, as though she