The next moment—
The rhythmic thumping that had echoed above the entire Heavenly Hall suddenly stopped.
The first sight that met the Sky Axe Sect Master's eyes as he rushed in excitedly with the Crimson Great Axe on his shoulder was Chen Qiu, standing in a pool of blood, his entire body dyed crimson as though he were a god or devil that had crawled out of a mountain of corpses.
At that moment, Chen Qiu was calmly looking at him.
He was also holding two chains, their ends connected to a middle-aged man whose flesh was a mangled mess and whose life was hanging by a thread.
Those familiar chains—
Who else could that middle-aged man be but Kui Thirteen?
The Sky Axe Sect Master froze where he stood. He looked at the gazes Chen Qiu's group cast upon him, at the blood mist filling the sky, and at the several shattered great axes on the ground. Whether in style or color, they were seventy percent similar to his own great axe.
The corner of his mouth twitched slightly before he slowly dropped to his knees, raised his great axe horizontally above both hands, and shouted in a trembling voice tinged with sobs.
"Senior!"
"I swear, I really came to save you!"
"Although I'm a body cultivator, and although those damned great axes look a little like mine, Senior, I really came to save you!"
He felt like dying right then and there.
He had originally rushed in to earn merit, but judging from Chen Qiu's gaze, it seemed Chen Qiu had mistaken him for an accomplice. Especially since the great axes in those people's hands looked extremely similar to his weapon. It would make perfect sense to say they were all in the same group.
But—
But he