"Quiet, everyone. Hear me out." An old man stood on high ground, drawing the attention of everyone from the Jianghu.
"I know you all came for the Origin Returning Manual, but think about it. If the Origin Returning Manual really existed, would everyone know about it?"
"This news was spread to throw the Jianghu into chaos. Don't believe it. Go home."
Unfortunately, his words did not persuade everyone to leave. Instead, someone shouted, "If you say there's no Origin Returning Manual, what are you doing here?"
"Isn't the Jianghu chaotic enough already? Those top sects leave no room for small sects and minor families like ours to survive. Without supreme martial arts, sooner or later we'll have to bow our heads and submit. We absolutely cannot miss this chance!"
His words spoke for everyone present.
Who wanted to become someone else's subordinate? If the World Association or the like subdued them, even their lives would hang on another person's whim.
Although everyone knew the Origin Returning Manual might not be real, they still wanted to fight for that one-in-ten-thousand chance.
Even if they still couldn't defeat those martial arts myths afterward, at least they could escape, couldn't they?
Even if they submitted to those supreme experts, they could be entrusted with important tasks instead of facing death at any moment.
The old man wanted to say more, but someone suddenly hurled a handful of hidden weapons at him. When he dodged, someone behind him was struck.
Being hit would not have mattered much, since the weapons had missed his vital points. But when he tried to retaliate, he suddenly foamed at the mouth and died in the blink of an eye.
"Someone's attacking us! Kill them!"
No one knew who shouted first. Startled, the others began attacking the strangers beside