At these words, all the Martial Artists around turned pale!
Ning Wuyang gazed at Xu Yang, murmuring bitterly, "The gap between him and me only grows wider—I can no longer be of any help at all!"
"Don't belittle yourself. We won't compare ourselves to him." Yang Ziye gripped Ning Wuyang's hand tightly and whispered.
Bang!
Jian Chuan gave Ning Wuyang a hard slap and said coolly, "At worst, we die. I've spoken these very words in Daqian countless times—we've never ended up dead, not till now, so if death comes, so be it."
Jian Chuan, as ever, though fearful of death, possessed a sword-blood fervor—regarding life and death lightly, daring to fight for what he refuses to accept. At worst, just die!
Ning Wuyang's mouth twitched at these words.
That was what he admired most about his master.
But he himself could not attain such equanimity.
Yie Vajra sighed, "Only now, with the Immortal Dao's inheritance before me, do I realize just how powerful Mr. Xu is."
