Tian Wenguang was already a spent bolt, gravely wounded and at death's door.
Yet he fought to steady himself, standing as straight as a javelin. His eyes, already stripped of their luster and beginning to cloud, stared fixedly at Xiang Chuxiong as he shook his head.
"A fool is a fool. You? Without my protection... how long could you last?"
"Shut up!"
Xiang Chuxiong flew into a rage. "Even now, you're still trying to feed me your bewitching lies!
"Tian Wenguang, after you die, keep your eyes open down below and watch carefully. Watch how I lead Windrise Stronghold to supremacy over the Desolate Ruins and reach the pinnacle of the Martial Dao!"
A mocking smile curled Tian Wenguang's lips. "Fool. You think your plans are seamless as a heavenly robe... death is at your doorstep, and you still don't know it..."
Still lying at the bottom of the cage, Chen Shi'an felt his heart sink at those words.
Although Tian Wenguang had been doing everything he could to fend off the arrows, his keen senses must have picked up what was happening on Chen Shi'an's side.
One more word from Tian Wenguang, and all of Chen Shi'an's planning would come to nothing.
But Xiang Chuxiong gave Tian Wenguang no chance-and left himself none either.
He bellowed, "Kill this old bastard!"
As his words fell, his subordinates leaped forward, pouncing on Tian Wenguang.
Poor Tian Wenguang, a Martial Artist at fourth grade great perfection, was a tiger fallen to the plains, bullied by dogs.
Gravely wounded and dying, he was beaten by a group of ungraded Martial Artists without the strength to fight back, before finally being hacked to death beneath their blades. It was a truly lamentable end.
Seeing that Tian Wenguang was well and truly dead, Xiang Chuxiong