Su Hu's body was already riddled with wounds.
But his aura seemed unaffected by any of it.
This made Chu Fengmian give Su Hu another look of esteem.
To a martial artist, aptitude was important, yet even more crucial was their inner heart.
Only with a heart directed toward martial arts could one become a true powerhouse.
Su Hu was right—if a martial artist willingly became a slave, then why practice martial arts at all.
However, for Su Hu to rebel now was almost an impossible task.
The strongest among those dozen martial artists had reached the fourth level of Body Refinement Realm; the rest, although not very strong,
when over a dozen people came together to attack one man, Su Hu still stood no chance of resistance.
"The ants can devour the elephant," this saying was not wrong in the absence of an absolute disparity in power.
"Hmph, since you refuse to agree, your death is certain today, no need to practice martial arts anymore."
Ye Fei mocked with his words.
