"We have no chance. The gap between our cultivation levels and his is too great," Tan Ming said, shaking his head. "Deep down, you know that."
"Are we just going to enter the valley and throw our lives away?" Baili Zhen said, deeply unwilling to accept it. "That's not my nature."
"What's the point of talking about your nature now?" Tan Ming scoffed. "Once you're dead, none of that means anything. Baili Zhen, don't tell me you're afraid of this 'Valley of Death'? A mere rumor about the 'Valley of Death' frightened you? Your nature? I think you're just as timid as a mouse."
"Tan Ming, you bastard, do you want a fight?"
"Are you two pretending this old man doesn't exist? Or are you trying to distract this old man with such tricks? You're far too naive."
"Shut up!" Baili Zhen bellowed at him, then turned to stare at Tan Ming. "Looks like we have no choice."
"At least I don't want to die at the hands of this old bastard in front of us," Tan Ming said calmly.
"Exactly. No one can kill me, Baili Zhen." Baili Zhen laughed heartily. "Tan Ming, let's fight again in our next lives."
"With pleasure." Tan Ming laughed.
"Those two have been scared witless by Master."
"Does that even need saying? With Master here, what do those two amount to?"
"Enough. You can die now," the old man said impatiently. "Perhaps if you keep heading toward the 'Valley of Death'-ah-"
Before he could finish, his eyes widened.
The disciples behind him did the same.
Before their very eyes, Tan Ming and Baili Zhen charged straight into the "Valley of Death."
The moment they entered the "Valley of Death," their figures vanished from everyone's sight.
Those outside could not see clearly what lay