Yun Chuo's eyes nearly split with fury. He broke free of A Sa's hand and charged forward to fight to the death, the Red-Gold Bone-Piercing Spear driving straight at the white-bearded old man in midair with a blood-weeping gale.
A Sa hurried after him and held him back. Her own eyes were terribly red, but she was calmer than Yun Chuo and shook her head at him.
"Don't be rash! He's the Heavenly Dao itself. Going up there would only get us killed. We wouldn't be able to avenge him at all!"
"I'll go even if it kills me!"
Yun Chuo's voice trembled. His spear tip pointed at the white-bearded old man in midair, his grip so tight that the web of his hand split and bled.
"Boss Yun was as good as my birth father. I have to avenge him."
Ji Bei looked at Yun Che lying lifeless on the ground, covered his face, and threw his head back in wild laughter. His laughter was utterly brazen.
"Lord Heavenly Dao is wise! I said Yun Che would surely die today! Now he's about to die! The Heavenly Dao's reward is mine!"
The white-bearded old man lowered his eyes to Yun Che, who lay in the dust, then glanced at the seemingly crazed Ji Bei. His brows twitched slightly, but in the end, all that escaped him was a barely audible sigh.
Just then, Yun Che's fingers suddenly twitched as he lay on the ground.
The movement was so slight that it could have been an illusion caused by a passing breeze, but Yun Chuo, who had been staring at Yun Che all along, spotted it immediately.
"He moved! Boss Yun's hand moved!"
Everyone froze. The white-bearded old man's hand paused in midair as well. He looked down at that