"This kid's body is pretty tough! To think that he's still not dead after enduring so many of our hits! That must be a Heaven graded skill that he's using!" The disciples of the Hunyuan Sect were now filled with greed. They wanted to force out the way to cultivate this skill through this person.
The young man's body was filled with blood. The hand which was wielding the longsword was beginning to tremble once more. Blood began to slowly slide down from the hilt of the sword to the ground.
"Kid, hand over the skill that you've learned, and we'll grant you an easy death!" One of the Hunyuan Sect disciples glared at the young man coldly.
"Hmph, keep dreaming on!" The young man snorted coldly. This skill was handed down to him personally by his teacher. How could he pass it to anyone else?
In the past two years, this skill had saved his life countless of times.
"Senior brother…!"
