Seeing that a fight was about to break out, the onlookers scattered like a flock of startled birds.
Watching excitement was one thing, but once these martial artists started fighting, it was best to run as far away as possible.
"Sun Shicai!"
Suddenly, another voice rang out. This time, it was a woman.
Sun Shicai turned to look, his heart lurching. "You?"
In an instant, he understood everything.
No wonder Huo Qianqian and the others had dared to challenge him. No wonder Yu Xiuming had abandoned him. No wonder...
His defeat was not unjustified!
This direct disciple of the Xiao River Sect was not only highly skilled with the sword, but also adept at dancing with long sleeves, broad in her connections. Countless young heirs of prominent families gathered around her and showered her with attention.
She was by no means a simple figure.
He had never imagined that she was the mastermind behind it all!
"Why?"
Sun Shicai's eyes reddened as a wounded beast's growl rose from his throat. "I have never thought I offended you. Why did you harm me like this?"
If it had only been Zhang Mingyu and Chen Ming, he could have dealt with them easily.
But with Xiao Zhuyun added to the mix, facing three opponents alone, he had no chance of surviving today.
Xiao Zhuyun said coldly, "If you must blame someone, blame yourself for taking something you should not have taken. Uncle Huo always carried a relic of Uncle Tang from our sect. It contained our sect's inheritance."
Sun Shicai froze and blurted out, "You mean... that copy of the 'Three Yin Body Forging Skill'?"
Xiao Zhuyun said, "That's right. So it really is in your hands."
For a moment, Sun Shicai felt an indescribable grief and indignation. Over a body-forging technique