After defeating five Grand Boxers, Lian Youming let out a long breath and finally turned to the Daoist.
Killing intent surfaced in his eyes. He was about to strike when the man cried urgently, "Wait!"
Lian Youming said in amusement, "Don't you think it's too late to beg for mercy now?"
The Daoist sat collapsed on the ground and smiled bleakly. "Who's begging for mercy... I fucking said we shouldn't make such a big show of it, that something was bound to go wrong. And sure enough, it happened in the blink of an eye. Heaven really does bring everything full circle; retribution never fails. I've done every evil deed there is, anyway. I deserve to die. I accept that. But the others are no better. They're all coming to the grave with me."
Just then, Lian Youming noticed the rope ladders at the cave entrance swaying faintly. He knew the people above had most likely heard the commotion and were coming down.
But he made no move. Instead, he looked at the Daoist. "You. Keep talking."
The middle-aged Daoist drew two ragged breaths. His eyes red, he whispered with what little life he had left, "I'm an expelled disciple of the Praying Mantis Sect. This monk was expelled from Shaolin, and that one from the Canbi Sect. Those other two are their lovers. Heh, we're all small fry. If you've got the guts, boy, go up Mount Emei and kill that old bastard. Then I'll respect you."
Lian Youming's gaze shifted slightly. "Who? Your master?"
The Daoist smiled venomously. "Master, my ass. He was a great outlaw back in the day. Over twenty years ago, he escaped from some prison during the unrest. All these years, he's been usurping other people's places and gathering strays like us around him,