"Cough, cough, cough..."
Amid a fit of violent coughing, a burly man covered in mud struggled out of the swamp, looking utterly bedraggled.
A large section of his chest had visibly caved in. He had clearly suffered a devastating blow.
"You filthy bitch, you're courting death!"
The burly man roared in fury,
"Today, I'll skin you and tear out your tendons! Only then will the hatred in my heart be satisfied!"
This burly man was Zhu Zhixin of the Myriad Beast Sect, one of the sect's leading figures in the area and a renowned Heavenly Prodigy.
Yet he had been beaten into such a miserable state. It was truly unexpected.
Panting heavily, Zhu Zhixin turned toward the Blind Swordsman beside him, a vicious gleam flashing through his eyes.
Enduring the searing pain in his chest, he said to the Blind Swordsman,
"Blind Swordsman, how about we join forces to kill them first, then each rely on our own strength to fight for the prize?!"
The Blind Swordsman stood a short distance away. He was small and thin, yet held a heavy sword wildly out of proportion to his build.
A red cloth was wrapped tightly around his eyes, obscuring his true appearance. Hearing Zhu Zhixin's proposal, the Blind Swordsman merely replied coldly,
"Agreed!"
His voice was low and hoarse, seemingly devoid of emotion.
No one knew whether he was truly blind or had deliberately covered his eyes with a red cloth to look cool.
In any case, his scrawny figure paired with that enormous heavy sword looked rather comical.
Meanwhile, when Ximen Ji of the Joyous Union Sect saw that Zhu Zhixin and the Blind Swordsman intended to join forces without inviting him, his face turned livid.
This should have been the Joyous Union Sect's main battlefield. The other