"Senior Brother Liu, where are you going?" Liu Yiyi shouted from behind.
"To avenge Junior Brother Mu," Liu Rufeng replied flatly.
"This—" Everyone froze. Huangfu Xian Yue tapped the air beneath her feet and directly stepped through the void to block Liu Rufeng.
"Are you going to throw your life away?" she asked.
"Then you expect me to watch Junior Brother Mu die before my eyes?" Liu Rufeng demanded.
"Junior Brother Mu may not be dead yet. Taking him for treatment is what matters most. Don't forget our mission," Huangfu Xian Yue said coldly.
Though personal disciples often openly and secretly competed against one another, with no shortage of scheming and intrigue, it was said that Mu Zhoubai and Liu Rufeng were exceptionally close brothers.
The two of them had engaged in healthy competition.
Now that he had watched his good brother nearly die on the stage, how could Liu Rufeng not be furious?
"Save him first," Xu Zimo said as he stood up from the side and walked toward the fighting stage.
And because Mu Zhoubai had lost all ability to fight, the referee happened to announce the end of the match.
Two attendants carried Mu Zhoubai's corpse beneath the stage. Just as they were about to throw it away, Xu Zimo and the others stopped them.
"You're together?" The two attendants could not be bothered to question them and simply handed the corpse over.
Too many people died in the matches here every day, so corpse repositories had been built.
Corpses no one claimed would be thrown directly inside and cleared out regularly.
"How is he?" As everyone examined Mu Zhoubai's injuries, Huangfu Xian Yue asked anxiously.
"He's not breathing," Liu Rufeng said coldly as he sat on the ground.
"That bastard was clearly trying to kill him,"