Loyal to the Core

The martial artists at Eagle Valley Red Copper Mine secretly regretted their choice. Even if they wanted to join the Abyssal Martial Artists now, it was too late.

"In a lifetime, a person only gets a handful of chances. If you don't cherish one when it appears before you, you'll have to watch it slip away."

Shi Tianhu smiled. "The rest of you hesitated too long. You're not qualified to become Abyssal Martial Artists."

With that, he crooked a finger at You Sijin.

"You're a Fifth-Grade Lesser Grandmaster. I'll give you a chance to prove yourself."

"Pick one of these two."

He pointed at Yang Ling and Ding Xing.

You Sijin breathed a sigh of relief and pointed at Ding Xing.

"I choose him."

"Ding Xing, fight him. If you win, you can choose twenty people to leave this place alive."

Shi Tianhu smiled.

Ding Xing stared hard at Shi Tianhu.

"What if I refuse?"

"Then I'll..."

Shi Tianhu suddenly drew his bow and fired.

A black Bone-Corroding Arrow shot toward Zhang Wei like lightning.

"Kill a few to liven things up!"

Shi Tianhu's words had barely fallen.

But a hand had already seized the black Bone-Corroding Arrow.

Its tip stopped barely an inch from Zhang Wei's forehead.

Zhang Wei stared at the arrowhead as sweat rolled down his face.

Yang Ling flicked his hand, and the Bone-Corroding Arrow buried itself in the forehead of a Mingwang Group member with a soft thud.

It was the one who had beaten Ding Xing moments earlier.

The man looked up, his eyes full of shock and disbelief.

Then he let out a terrified scream. Black mist engulfed him, and his flesh rotted in an instant, collapsing into a mass of putrid meat.

Silence. Deathly silence!

More than twenty thousand people were present,