After killing Wang Teng and Zi Tiandu, Lu Chen paid no heed to the uproar outside.
Together with Ji Haoyue, Ji Ziyue, and Fairy Zixia, he took the Little Bandit, Li Heishui, to a secluded place and used the Phoenix Tribulation Rebirth Art to heal his injuries.
"Thank you, Brother Lu and Brother Haoyue, for saving me. Otherwise, I would certainly have died this time!" Li Heishui solemnly thanked them.
He knew that against Wang Teng and the Young Master of Spirit Valley, even his grandfather and the other members of the Thirteen Great Bandits would probably have been unable to save him. They might not even have been able to protect themselves.
Li Heng, the Eighth Great Bandits, and Liu Feng, the Sixth Great Bandit, were cautionary examples. They had tried to save a few juniors, only to be killed themselves, dying horribly on the spot.
It was all because many of the younger generation had already caught up to their elders' cultivation realms. Against brilliant prodigies like Wang Teng and Zi Tiandu, even the most powerful Holy Lords were no match and could only retreat now.
Only a monstrous prodigy like Lu Chen, someone capable of contending with an Ancient Emperor's Son, had the right to roam the world unchallenged. Only someone with such strength could save him.
"No need for that, Brother Heishui. We're friends. If we can help, we should naturally lend a hand." Lu Chen waved, indicating that there was no need to thank him.
"Now that the Primordial Myriad Races have awakened, the world is in turmoil. The Eastern Wasteland bears the brunt of it. Even our Ji Family can no longer remain unscathed!" Ji Haoyue sighed.
"Even our ancestor told me not to leave the family lightly!" Worry also appeared on Ji Ziyue's