Only after hearing He Muyi's words did Fan Rong stop laughing. He stared blankly at the two men for a long while.
His face twitched several times, and then he murmured in utter disbelief, "N-no~~ impossible."
"Impossible!" Fan Rong roared furiously. "I, Fan Rong, have braved life and death for the God-Burying Hall all my life! The Hall Master wouldn't do this to me! He wouldn't! I want to see the Hall Master! I want to ask him myself! Let me go~~~"
The two Martial Realm Elders held him down firmly. Fan Rong struggled desperately, but unfortunately, he could not break free.
Utter despair filled his heart. He had been an Enlightenment Realm Elder of the Xing. What did these Martial Realm Elders amount to before him?
But now, after he had used the Forbidden Art, its aftereffects had severely diminished his internal power. His strength was only that of an ordinary Martial Realm practitioner. Under these circumstances, two Martial Realm Elders were indeed enough to suppress him, leaving him unable to resist.
"Fan Rong, you already understand. Why bother with these pointless struggles?" Pan Che said coldly. "The Hall Master hasn't taken his anger out on your family or disciples. If you keep this up and anger him, you know perfectly well how it will end."
Fan Rong calmed down, his heart utterly cold.
He knew the Hall Master had abandoned him. Otherwise, how could an Enlightenment Realm Elder like him receive such treatment?
He also understood that in the Hall Master's eyes, he was now a cripple. Whether he lived or died meant nothing to the Hall Master.
Sensing that Fan Rong had calmed down, the two Martial Realm Elders beside him loosened their grip slightly.
"Huang Xiao!" Fan Rong suddenly roared.
Fan Rong charged straight at Huang