"What?!"
The Eighth Divine General's pupils suddenly contracted!
His palm force, the power of his Fifth-Epoch King, had actually been blocked by some inexplicable light?!
"How is that possible?!"
He could not believe it!
But the next moment, his expression changed completely!
Because that blaze was charging toward him at breakneck speed!
"Boom!"
The blaze threw a punch. The Eighth Divine General did not even have time to react before he was sent flying who knew how far away.
A young figure, with a Fire Lotus beneath his feet, appeared beside "Wu Wushuang."
At that moment, "Wu Wushuang" stared blankly at the figure wreathed in flames.
His mind was completely blank.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, only to realize that he could not utter a single word.
No one knew better than he did that he had no master, no backing!
From that ruined temple in Azure Cloud Town, from the moment Old Beggar died, from the time True Person Yun He fell, he had always been alone!
All of his background, all of his patrons, all those so-called "masters," had been fabricated by him.
For the sake of making it seem real, he had even paid a price to have some senior manifest once.
Everything else was fake!
Yet this person before him, this senior who stood upon a Fire Lotus, unmatched in domineering presence, had stood before him and blocked the Eighth Divine General's killing blow.
And he had said that he was his disciple?
Why?
Why save him?
Why give him such an identity?
"Wu Wushuang's" eyes reddened slightly.
He had not experienced that feeling for far, far too long.
When was the last time someone had protected him like this?
It was when True Person Yun He was still around, but that warmth