Shen Luo frowned as he surveyed the surroundings, but there was no sign of any treasure emerging. For a moment, he could not understand why they were fighting.
The burly man seized the young man by the throat and lifted him into the air. As his fingers closed, the tremendous force made the young man's throat crackle, his larynx on the verge of breaking.
The young man's face had turned crimson, yet he refused to let go. He desperately twisted his longsword, seemingly determined to shred the burly man's heart and lungs even at the cost of his own life.
Just as the two were about to determine life and death, Fu Donglai could not help stepping forward. He spread his hands to either side, prying open the burly man's grip with one hand and snatching the white-robed young man's longsword with the other.
"Fellow Daoists, it is only a trial. Why must you go this far?" Fu Donglai returned the sword and tried to persuade them.
After being forcibly separated, the two each caught their breath. They looked at Fu Donglai at the same time, wariness flashing through their eyes before it swiftly turned to anger.
"Demon Clan freak, stay out of our fight. If you want to scavenge our corpses, wait until we've decided life and death first," the burly man shouted angrily as he clutched his chest, stopping the bleeding and healing himself.
"Hmph. If you had not interfered, he would already be a ghost beneath my sword," the white-robed young man said, equally ungrateful.
"Even this Demon Clan fellow knows to value his own life and saved you from dying together, yet you still do not know what is good for you?" Shen Luo said as he stepped out, somewhat displeased by the sight.
"What do