Fear rose in the envoy's heart. He could vaguely guess what the steward was thinking, but he dared not dwell on it, still clinging to a thread of hope that he might be spared.
He wanted to struggle, but his efforts were futile.
The man holding him down was a Martial Realm expert. In the Void Martial Realm, he had no room to resist at all.
"Cripple him!" the steward said with a casual wave.
Then the envoy felt a heavy blow strike his dantian.
"No..." The envoy's eyes widened. Even the agony of his dantian being shattered failed to draw a scream from him, for he still had not quite come to his senses. The sound seemed no more than a murmur.
Only after a long while did his screams ring out, utterly wretched.
But he had just had his cultivation crippled and suffered a grievous injury. Even if he wanted to shout loudly, he lacked the strength.
"Why? Why?" The envoy stared blankly at the steward, wanting a reason.
Unfortunately, the steward turned away without so much as looking at him.
Instead, the Martial Realm expert beside him, who had crippled his internal power, spoke. "It's simple. There weren't quite enough people here. We were just a little short, and you, a Void Martial Realm practitioner, fill the gap perfectly."
"Why me?" Upon hearing the Martial Realm expert's words, fury immediately flared in the envoy's dull eyes. He shouted, "You can't do this! You can't! I serve the acting Sect Master! I still have to return and report..."
"As a disciple of the Mixed Demon Sect, you must give everything when the sect needs it, even your life," the Martial Realm expert said indifferently.
"Why not you?" the envoy roared.
"If necessary, we would not begrudge our lives