Ling Yihang opened his eyes and saw Ling Xiao sitting in front of him, his eyes showing pain, self-blame, and guilt.
Ling Xiao had wanted him and Ling Wuheng to attend the martial gathering of the four sects, yet he had been turned into a puppet, narrowly escaping death in this place.
None of the other members of the Divine Sword Sect who had followed them had survived.
He was so powerless!
How could he face Ling Xiao or the Supreme Leader of the Divine Sword Sect?
The youngest of the Divine Sword Sect disciples who had followed him and Ling Wuheng had been only twelve years old, and the oldest was just eighteen—they had simply wanted to see the world.
But the tragedy struck the moment they arrived at the Sword King Sect.
Despite their desperate resistance, Ling Wuheng and he were no match for the numerous and strong enemies—they were utterly helpless.
They could only watch helplessly as the young disciples were killed one by one before their very eyes.
