Down the mountain, countless Honghai Sacred Ground disciples were besieging the Xia Family's children.
No matter what they were doing, as long as they were from the Xia Family, they were killed.
In the mountains and forests in the distance, Liu Yu lay under some leaves, clenching his teeth.
Blood was flowing out from his left leg.
After roughly bandaging it, he peeked out from the leaves and stared fiercely at the group of disciples from the Sacred Ground.
If it hadn't been for the invisibility tactics that the mysterious master in the State of Great Xia had taught him, he would have been caught and killed like his companions.
Why?
God was so unfair!
Clasping on to his sword tightly, he pressed his fingernails into his palm.
He hated all this!
He hated how they had no Virtual Realm master to stand up for them and defend them.
He hated that this was a world where the strong would suppress the weak.
