Sun Zhe held Zhu Yan with one arm and tugged a rope suspending Wu Zheng with the other, drawing the attention of many Earth Martial Artists and Outer World Cultivators as they passed by like a conspicuous package.
Seeing Wu Zheng with severed hand and root, pitiful as he was being dragged like a dead dog by the rope, the crowd was exceedingly curious, abandoning their treasure hunt to follow and watch the spectacle.
"Hey, isn't that the Sect Leader of Sky Blade Sect? Why is he in such a miserable state?"
"Miserable? Does he even deserve to be called miserable? Ask those girls who chose to commit suicide after being bullied by their Sky Blade Sect if they're miserable!"
"Damn, this beast leader finally has his day, serves him right! But who is that masked man? His figure looks familiar."
"Who else could it be? Who else could hold Fairy Zhu like that, and even make Fairy Zhu show meek affection, besides the Conical Hat Hero?"
