"Master Zhang, save me..."
The scar-faced young man, with disaster upon him and his face as pale as soap, shouted at the top of his lungs.
In particular, his right leg, which the dagger had struck, suddenly felt an immense pressure, heavy as a mountain, come crashing down.
Although the weight pressing down on each step of the Ling Yun Stairway differed, it generally increased once every five steps.
And although the fiftieth and fifty-first steps were only one step apart, the weight pressing down happened to double there.
The scar-faced youth had barely managed to climb up in the first place. Now, stabbed by the dagger, he had climbed without any preparation whatsoever, exceeding what he could endure. The pressure, churning like overturned rivers and seas, bent him at the waist, and his blood flowed backward, bursting straight out through the dagger wound.
Blood sprayed out as though his life meant nothing.
In just ten seconds, his divine sense and Dantian collapsed simultaneously.
With a splat, his entire right leg exploded, and he died on the spot.
It was a truly wretched death.
Even in death, his eyes remained open. His contorted face was filled with bewilderment. Why? Why hadn't Master Zhang saved him?
"Whoosh..."
Zhang Mazi, Zhang Qiling, who had been brimming with confidence, shot up from his seat.
It was all because this scar-faced young man was a distant relative from his hometown. His aptitude was quite good, and he had already been designated a disciple of Zhang Qiling's lineage.
He had even paid him a special visit the night before.
"Senior Brother Zhang, Senior Brother Zhang, what's wrong?"
Junior Brother Jin shifted his eyes, signaling that Fairy Feng was still sitting beside them.
They could all see that the scar-faced youth had struck first. Lin Shisan