"Go, go! Don't worry about me. That's an order!" Huang Xiao shouted hoarsely.
His throat had grown hoarse from his earlier screams of agony.
The actions of Wu Cang and the other two deeply moved Huang Xiao as well. As this old bastard had said, people like them were far too rare in the Demon Hall.
Often, one could know a person's face without knowing their heart; true feelings revealed themselves in adversity.
If he could not survive, there was no need for Wu Cang and the other two to die here in vain.
With their strength, facing this old bastard was like an ant trying to shake a towering tree—they were overestimating themselves. "Remarkable. To think you could still concern yourself with others after taking five bursts of this old man's force," the First Sect Master said with some amazement. "Even back then, very few could endure the fifth burst. Truly a heaven-born talent, possessing such strength at such a young age. Even I must admit that I never saw a youngster like you in those days."
Wu Cang and the others stopped. Huang Xiao had spoken in a tone of command, and they could hardly disobey an order.
"Then let's try the sixth," the First Sect Master said with a soft chuckle.
"Feng He, you old ghost, stop!" Just as he was about to strike, a thunderous shout rang out.
The moment that voice rang out, the First Sect Master's expression changed. His figure darted forward, and he seized Huang Xiao.
"Huo Lian!" he said in a low voice.
When Wu Cang and the others saw that the newcomer was Huo Lian, their faces filled with delighted surprise.
The Hall Master had arrived. Huang Xiao could be saved.
"Feng He, you old ghost, do you have a death