Long Xiaotian rushed over and gathered the blood-soaked Long Aotian into his arms. Tears streamed uncontrollably from his eyes. "Dad! Dad, wake up! You have to be all right!"
Already barely clinging to life, Long Aotian seemed to hear his son calling. He opened his eyes slightly and gripped Long Xiaotian's hand, using the last of his strength to rasp, "Xiaotian, you must... protect Ancient Dragon. Long'er... she..."
But before he could finish, Long Aotian's eyes widened and his body stiffened. Then he went completely limp.
"No!"
Long Xiaotian let out a despairing howl and sobbed loudly as he held Long Aotian.
The Qi Refiners who had still been standing on Chen Hao's side saw the leader of Ancient Dragon die on the spot and realized things were going badly. Once again, they collectively defected to Rakshasa.
Watching people return to Rakshasa one after another, Wang Jian cursed in frustration. "You bastards! Are you all just fence-sitters? Can't you stand for anything?"
Chen Hao had already anticipated their betrayal, so he was not angry in the slightest.
What he had not expected was that, after most of them left, more than a dozen people remained at his side, including Wang Jian.
Curious that these people were still willing to stay under such circumstances, Chen Hao asked, "Why aren't you going over?"
"What would that achieve? Would we become Rakshasa's dogs again, tools for killing? I'd rather die than keep living like that."
"Exactly. I'd rather die a heroic death than stain my hands with another drop of blood."
Hearing their words, Chen Hao smiled, a hint of approval appearing on his face.
Seeing that Ancient Dragon's cause was lost, the Rakshasa Gate Sect Leader approached Long Xiaotian with his saber in hand. He raised it and slashed at Long Xiaotian's