"Second Senior Brother."
"Mm?... Mm!" Gu Ji cupped his fists on instinct, his breathing turning terribly uneven. Coming back to his senses, he shouted, "Sixth Junior Brother!"
"Let's go."
Chen Xun clasped one hand behind his back and looked straight ahead. The disciples watching from all around paled with fright and hurriedly made way, not daring to even breathe too loudly.
Gu Ji glanced around, wanting to speak but stopping himself. He silently followed behind Chen Xun. Yet no one found this strange scene strange at all.
"Oh, Senior Brother Fu Tian, please."
"Greetings, Senior Brother Fu Tian."
Just as Chen Xun passed by them, disciples of every race solemnly lowered their heads and cupped their fists. No cultivator dared challenge his exalted position again; they could only watch the two depart.
Only long after Chen Xun had gone did the atmosphere around them ease somewhat.
"Quick, take Senior Brother back to his cave abode to recover." A disciple looked at the senior brother lying there like a dead dog and shook his head. A Dao Integration Realm cultivator had actually been unable to withstand even a single bodily blow from Fu Tian.
"As expected of the strongest cultivator among the younger generation of the Three Thousand Great Worlds... He can fight across realms so casually." A female disciple felt her heartbeat suddenly race.
"He struck so ruthlessly over a mere disagreement." Somewhat farther away, an older disciple slightly shook his head. "In the end, he is still too young and hot-blooded. His words and actions are far too impulsive."
"You should keep your voice down." A cultivator beside him sneered. "If Fu Tian hears you, he might come looking for you again."
Hearing this, the older disciple felt as though thorns were pressing against his back and immediately