Are You Joking?

An elder who had once founded the Scarlet Alliance State had died just like that, silently, in a sea of flames.

Zuo Teng felt astonishment and fear, but also a trace of excitement.

The Sequence powerhouses at the very top were not invincible. The younger generation was slowly inheriting those people's power, and had even gained the beginnings of the strength to resist them.

No one liked being caught in cutthroat competition. Though Zuo Teng enjoyed the benefits granted by the times and his Lineage, he hated it all even as he reaped those benefits.

There were many people in Western Capital City who followed the rules like him, but even more who did not.

He did not know why a system that was so good had ended up this way.

The rapid march of the times had buried many conflicts, while at the highest levels, keeping pace with the times meant fierce competition.

For resources, for survival, for standing among the Sequence tiers...

The fire engulfing the villa was reflected in Zuo Teng's eyes. As he dug through the details of the incident in his mind, his thoughts raced.

"Zuo Teng, come help me slap her. I'm running a little short on strength!"

He had wiped water around his eyes to imitate Ren Yisheng's tears and slapped her to imitate Ren Yisheng's fatherly love. Ren Wuyang felt he had grasped the essence.

But his stamina was starting to give out.

The injuries Wang Jiangtao had inflicted had only been temporarily stabilized by a technique. He had not recovered.

Right now, Zhang Xuezhou was using most of his Supreme Purity True Technique on Ren Anran.

After slapping her seven times in a row, Ren Wuyang felt that his hand had no strength left.

"Me, slap Sister Anran? Don't make me!"