This powerful human, a Half Moon Class expert in Fire-Element Dou Qi, stood at the entrance of the canyon, fighting desperately, refusing to retreat even at the cost of his life. Behind him, guarding an extremely narrow mountain path, stood a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy with long purple hair and two crimson birthmarks between his brows, resembling cinnabar dots. His eyes were closed, and he stood motionless on the path, in a bizarre state, seemingly paralyzed with fear, yet also sensing the battle raging outside.
Having persevered all the way here, with all his other guards already dead, the white-haired Old Man used his wits and strategy to kill many powerful Sea Clan along the way.
But by this point, he himself was nearing his limit.
The eight powerful Sea Clan surrounding him were formidable opponents. Some were agile and skilled in attack, some had hard shells and were good at defense, some wielded sinister curved blades with deadly poison, and others were wild and unrestrained. They had almost exhausted all of the Old Man's Dou Qi. At this moment, the Old Man was barely holding on by overdrawing his life force.
The Old Man had hundreds of wounds of varying sizes on his body, and his gray robe was soaked with blood.
A layer of bluish frost covered his right shoulder, and there was a huge, deep wound in his abdomen that reached the bone. You could vaguely see that his intestines were about to fall out. The sight was extremely tragic and pitiful. If an ordinary person had suffered such a serious injury, they would probably have died a hundred times over.
But clearly, an unwavering belief and strength were supporting him so that he wouldn't give up!
"The bloodline of the Binios race must not be wiped out by you lowly Sea Clan!"
The white-haired Old Man, his beard and hair bristling, his eyes wide with rage, roared in an extremely ancient language, filled with fury and resentment. He struck out with his palm, and a roaring fire dragon surged from his hand, forcing back the three powerful Sea Clan opposite him. He then used his already broken body to endure the blade of another Sea Clan, risking injury to force a terrifying burst of fiery energy into the body of a Mad Shark Clan creature, burning the Sea Clan creature to a crisp!
A suicidal fighting style.
The white-haired Old Man, nearing the end of his strength, could only resort to such methods to threaten his opponent.
A cold glint flashed, and a severed arm flew through the air.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, a powerful Sea Clan unleashed Dou Qi technique, severing the white-haired Old Man's left arm with a single strike.
"Ugh... Pfft!" The white-haired Old Man staggered and almost fell over. He looked up to the sky and cried out in anguish, "Gods above, my death is nothing to regret, but please send down a miracle to save the descendants of the Glory heroes who once saved Human Clan!"
"Aaaaaah, damn it, damn it, damn it!!!! Another powerful warrior lost! This lowly, filthy Human Clan! Capture him alive! Don't let him die too easily! I'm going to take him back to the depths of the ocean and roast this lowly Human Clan alive with the flames of a deep-sea volcano!" The powerful Giant Whale Clan in the sky roared angrily.
The Sea Clan's powerful warriors outnumbered and outmatched, yet this Human Clan, barely clinging to life, used a cunning strategy to kill many of them along the way. He then seized the advantageous terrain, preventing the sea race from fully utilizing their numerical advantage. For a time, they found it difficult to completely defeat their opponent and even lost a Moon Class expert. For the proud Sea Clan, this was an unbearable humiliation.
Under the relentless onslaught, the white-haired Old Man finally lost another arm.
The Old Man staggered back to the entrance of the canyon path, his eyes wide with rage, his hair and beard bristling, like a lion or dragon ready to deliver a final blow. The powerful Sea Clan who had been besieging him were so terrified by his ferocity that they dared not approach.
"Young master... this old servant... I have done my best. These demons are endless. I... I cannot protect you... I am truly... I have failed my deceased master, failed the heroes of the past. You are of heroic blood, you absolutely... absolutely cannot fall into the hands of foreign races and suffer humiliation. Let... this old servant enter the embrace of death with you, and use death to defend the dignity of the Binios Family bloodline!"
The white-haired Old Man, with extreme fierceness, spoke to the little boy in the mountain path, his voice choked with tears.
Even with the slightest chance, the white-haired man would try to protect the little boy's life. But now, all hope is lost. Rather than being tortured to death in the hands of these demons, it's better to give the little master a dignified and painless death.
"It's alright, Uncle Beileidi, you don't need to be sad. Death is not terrible, and even death cannot erase the former Glory of Binios!"
Facing imminent death, the little boy, completely shrouded in darkness on the mountain path, displayed an unbelievable calmness beyond his years, his childlike face even bearing an innocent smile.
The little boy said slowly, "If death can relieve people from pain, then it should be a happy thing!"
Facing the smiling boy in the shadows, the white-haired Old Man Beileidi, was overwhelmed with emotion, tears streaming down his face, and he didn't know what to say.
This young master of mine was born with extraordinary intelligence, possessing the wisdom of legendary sages and the compassion of gods. Despite being born disabled, he was always the most beloved person in the entire village. Although he was born blind, he could observe everything with the purest eyes in the world.
If it weren't for his congenital disability that prevented him from practicing martial arts, perhaps after countless years, a truly extraordinary and brilliant figure would have emerged from the bloodline of the Binios.
Unfortunately, fate is cruel to the talented, and his life was full of misfortunes.
Misfortune befell the people of Binios. Their peaceful and unassuming young master, such a pure and innocent wise man, could not escape death... It was truly an injustice of fate!
The white-haired Old Man Beileidi, struggled to muster the last wisp of his fiery Dou Qi, about to unleash it on the smiling boy, ready to die alongside his young master. But at this critical moment, an unexpected change occurred.
call out!
A streak of golden light swept in from afar, arriving in an instant like a comet breaking through the sky. It bypassed the obstruction of dozens of powerful Sea Clan without any hindrance and stood beside the two in a flash.
The white-haired Old Man was suddenly startled, then overjoyed.
Because the person who came was actually a Human Clan.
A Human Clan with astonishing strength.
This person was none other than His Majesty the King, who had finally arrived.
The white-haired Old Man almost collapsed into Sun Fei's arms, staring at him with a look Sun Fei Sun Fei would never forget, struggling to speak, "Please... protect... the bloodline of the Human Clan hero... Binios... I..." He then turned his head with difficulty, glancing at the smiling, closed-eyed boy standing in the shadows, and seemed to sigh softly, "Young master, the world is full of suffering... but... you... must live happily..."
Having said that, his body stiffened, and the powerful figure passed away suddenly, his breath fading away.
Fifth update.
Red tickets and collectibles are rising in value.