"Senior Brother Cihang, save me!"
Watching True Person Taiyi exhaust every trick he had before Duobao, yet remain utterly unable to resist, Cihang and the other two could not help swallowing.
Their opponent was a Quasi-Saint. They were merely Golden Immortals. How were they supposed to save him—with their lives?
Clearly, Taiyi had no intention of asking them to throw away their lives.
Watching Duobao hold True Person Taiyi like a chick, the three of them secretly decided that from now on, they had better show Randeng a more proper attitude.
Seeing the three stop, Duobao slowly turned to look at them.
"Hmm? Do you have business with me, or are you planning to stand up for him?"
Realizing that Duobao might beat all three of them as well, Cihang frantically shook his head, afraid that even a moment's delay would cause a misunderstanding.
"No, no, no! Senior Brother Duobao is absolutely right!"
Samantabhadra and Manjushri, who had come with him, also hurriedly echoed his words.
"That's right! As cultivators, how can we casually attack ordinary members of the Human Race? And with such vicious poison, no less!"
"Junior Brother Taiyi's actions not only offended Heaven's harmony, but also damaged the Three Pure Ones' reputation. He deserves a little punishment. Please continue, Senior Brother Duobao!"
Better a dead fellow cultivator than a dead self. The three ignored Taiyi's pleading eyes and left without looking back, selling him out completely.
"Now, no one can save you. Let me see what gives you the nerve to meddle with poison!"
Taiyi knew there would be no peaceful resolution today.
He took a deep breath and looked up at Duobao. "Senior Brother, could you maybe not hit my face?"
Soon after, miserable screams rang through the Interception Sect's great camp.
Duobao finally understood why