"I asked you—who are you! Don't you have the guts to tell me your name?" Lei Jianhong trembled from head to toe as he asked in a low voice. He had paid no attention to the opposite party's insult and ridicule; neither had he glanced at the horrible corpse of his brother disciple that lay on the ground below.
Third disciple Fang Piaohong looked at her senior's corpse. Her entire body shuddered, and she was unable to speak-up.
The intense fighting had suddenly stopped. Zhao Wuji's men had escaped from the danger. So, they were rejoicing incessantly. Their enemies had lost interest in them since that person had arrived. This person had arrived a bit later than expected, but they didn't seem to care about that at this moment.
[It doesn't matter whether he came late or early… it's fine as long as he has shown-up. Isn't preserving one's life above everything else?]
