Rong Shao swept his sleeve, sending out several streams of magical power that drew the four grievously wounded, dying men, including Rong Caizhe, before him, leaving them lying horizontally in midair.
All four had suffered wounds to the waist. The spear's sweep had nearly cut them in half.
The searing pain had also left their minds hazy.
Rong Shao channeled his magical power to stabilize their badly injured bodies, expelling the violent force the spear had left inside them.
Their injuries were soon brought under control, and their breaths were no longer as faint as gossamer.
Rong Caizhe, who had been treated first, was the first to regain consciousness. He immediately noticed Rong Shao beside him and Song Wen standing atop the mountain.
He struggled to raise a hand and point at Song Wen, accusing him with grief and anger.
"Elder Rong Shao... this disciple was nearly killed by him. Please avenge me, Elder!"
Rong Shao's expression darkened, and he rebuked Rong Caizhe.
"Nonsense! Had young friend Gu Huang not shown mercy, you would already be dead. Not only are you ungrateful, you even dare to turn around and bite him?"
Rong Caizhe was struck dumb.
He beat me within an inch of my life, and I'm supposed to thank him?
Rong Shao then turned his gaze toward the three guards.
"The same goes for you three. Why haven't you thanked young friend Gu Huang yet? Two of you are at early Void Refinement, and one is at middle Void Refinement, yet against young friend Gu Huang, who is also at middle Void Refinement and injured to boot, you couldn't even fight back. Utterly useless!"
Unlike Rong Caizhe, the three guards did not dare question Rong Shao's decision. At his words, they spoke in unison.
"Thank you for showing mercy,