Swoosh!
The four survivors of the Saint Palace were stunned, and shock filled their faces. They couldn't believe that their Young Master would still defend Xu Que when things had come to this point.
What the hell was he trying to do?
"Young Master, pardon me for asking this rude question. We have lost more than 30 lives of the Saint Palace. Are they less important than this kid?" A powerhouse snarled, his expression furious. He had not yet pulled out the sharp sword from his stomach. He was too taken aback to remember that he must heal, and so blood was still gushing out from his wound.
Another man also roared, "This little bastard has killed more than 30 of us. Are we supposed to forgive and forget what he did to us, simply because you said that we should forgive him?"
