The Great Elder sneered.
Shen Xiu's face was ashen. Though his injuries were severe, they were not fatal; he had merely suffered some loss of blood and vital energy.
"Senior brother Shen, we need to leave quickly, or the Great Elder will recover!"
At the side, Wang Haoyu hurried over and helped Shen Xiu up.
Shen Xiu nodded and turned to leave.
"Stop!"
The Great Elder roared, "You can't leave!"
Shen Xiu halted and turned to stare at the Great Elder. "Great Elder, what do you want?"
"I want to kill you!"
A chilling glint flickered in the Great Elder's eyes.
He took a step forward and closed in on Shen Xiu.
Shen Xiu frowned slightly. "You really intend to kill me?"
"Hmph, our Kunpeng Clan is not to be trifled with!"
The Great Elder roared.
"Heh, the Kunpeng Clan truly is not to be trifled with!"
A mocking smile appeared at the corner of Shen Xiu's lips. "But you're only at the Mahayana Stage!"
"What?"
The cruel smile on the Great Elder's face instantly froze, and his expression turned incomparably ugly.
"Great Elder, they are all my fellow disciples! I will not allow anyone to humiliate them!" Shen Xiu said, each word distinct. "Today, even if it costs me my life, I will avenge them!"
Shen Xiu's words rang out with force and conviction.
An incomparably powerful fighting spirit rose from him, as though it had become a towering mountain stretching ten thousand zhang into the sky.
"Senior Brother..."
The disciples of the Kunpeng Clan felt their noses sting.
These Junior Brothers had followed the Great Elder for thousands of years, yet they had never heard him say such words.
"Good! Since that is the case, I'll grant you your wish!"
Gritting his teeth, the Great Elder radiated dense