Only when an opening roughly a li long had appeared in the wall-like protective barrier did the man in golden armor, Command Arrow in hand, amplify his voice with magic and shout, "Everyone must enter within a quarter of an hour! Anyone who misses the deadline will be severely punished!"
At those words, the people ahead immediately surged toward the opening like a tide.
"Move!"
Bai Shuchuan readily took charge, issuing the order to the group he had gathered. Members of some twenty sects under his command followed him briskly toward the breach.
Shi Chun was naturally among them. Wu Jinliang reached out to support one of his arms, knowing that his body was enduring tremendous pain and that he was forcing himself through it. He had seen how Shi Chun could barely walk steadily during his first attack.
Bian Weiying, who kept looking back to check whether their Mount Wukang people were keeping up, noticed Shi Chun's rather pale complexion. This was not the first time she had seen him in such a state. Alarmed and puzzled, she ventured to ask, "What's wrong with you?"
Shi Chun shook his head. "Nothing."
Hearing this, Bai Shuchuan also looked back. Amused by what he saw, he teased, "Looks like this brother's scared out of his wits. We haven't even started, and his legs have already gone weak?"
This was hardly the first time he had mocked Shi Chun. It was like teasing a child who had no power to fight back.
The leaders of several sects traveling with them turned at his words and laughed along when they saw Shi Chun. Through Bai Shuchuan, they had all learned that Shi Chun was a pathetic coward at the Initial Martial realm, brought along by Mount Wukang merely to make up the numbers.