“Pillar of my foot!” Huangniu cursed before kicking its hind legs.
This time, Huangniu used more strength and broke Sword Saint and King of Fighters' ribs.
The two men retched blood and rolled down the mountain.
“Are you two idiots? Say, people from Jiangdong, why are you spending time around idiots?”
Sword Saint and King of Fighters enraged Huangniu, who could not hold itself back from cursing.
Then, it questioned the martial artists from China as to why they were spending time with two foolish men.
However, who would dare to reply to Huangniu?
Sword Saint was the Hall Master of War God Castle, and most of the time, none of them dared to speak to Sword Saint.
Everyone in China was exceptionally respectful toward Sword Saint.
Yet, Huangniu was currently cursing at those two men.
No one had done that before, and no one would do that again.
Who would truly dare to reply to Huangniu?
Even Ye Qingtian was silent.
Instead, he turned and ran down the mountain to check on King of Fighters and Sword Saint's condition.
“Stop being foolish, King of Fighters and Sword Saint. Hurry up and follow Huangniu back to Jiangdong! If Mount Yan's gone, we'll get it back another time. Why are you so adamant about the loss of this place?” Ye Qingtian gritted out as he tried to convince the two to change their minds.
King of Fighters and Sword Saint were covered in blood.
They were already grievously injured, and the kick from Huangniu only made their injuries worse.
Now, they even had trouble rising to their feet again.
Despite so, Sword Saint shook his head and said, “Ye, you don't understand. King of Fighters, Tang Hao, and I have been here at Mount Yan for our entire lives, and we've been at War God Castle for that long too. Our whole life has been spent living on this land. Tang Hao didn't hesitate to end his life to guard Mount Yan. But now, you're asking King of Fighters and I to give up on the land that Tang Hao guarded with his life to flee to Jiangdong with you?”
Sword Saint shook his head and laughed. Then, he continued, “Sorry, but we can't do that. We really can't. How are we going to face Tang Hao if we leave? How will we face Mount Yan, the place we've guarded for years?”
The determination in Sword Saint and King of Fighters' eyes was apparent. They clearly had no intention to leave with Ye Qingtian.
Ye Qingtian trembled from the rage he felt. “We're only temporarily leaving this place. We'll surely get this land back if it's possible in the future. Must you die on Mount Yan to be able to face Tang Hao? Must you die here to be able to face the people who died here? This is nothing but foolishness!”
Indeed, Ye Qingtian could not understand Sword Saint and King of Fighters' stubbornness. After all,
everything was possible as long as one was alive.
That was a simple thing to understand.
However, some people would give up on their lives for something trivial like reputation.
What would that be if not foolishness?
“A goal to reach, perhaps. Ye, when you were up against Chu Yuan earlier, didn't you give up escaping too? Weren't you willing to use your life to protect the people behind you?”
Mo Gucheng gave him a sorrowful smile.
“Is that the same? The martial artists of China are all going back to Jiangdong with Huangniu. The two of you should come along with us to continue guarding the surviving martial artists,” Ye Qingtian refuted.
However, Sword Saint and King of Fighters shook their heads again.
“Ye, we're not the same. You don't understand the feelings we have for War God Castle, and you don't understand the feelings we have for War God Castle. Honestly, we know that War God Castle is doomed once we leave. What's the point for us both to keep living once the castle is gone?” “But...” Ye Qingtian persisted.
Unfortunately, Sword Saint and King of Fighters no longer wanted to heed his words.
“Ye, have you heard about this before? A king dies for his country. When Chongzhen Emperor was up against the enemies, he could have left Jiangnan to survive, but why didn't he leave? Instead, he chose to hang himself on a tree! That's because the emperor of a dying emperor has no right to live anymore, let alone have any dignity to face his people. Ye, let us be. Go with them. The future of China's martial arts world lies on all of you now.”
Both Sword Saint and King of Fighters had made up their minds.
Instead of going to Jiangdong and Ye Qingtian, they decided to share their fates with the fate of War God Castle.
Huangniu was livid when it saw how the trio were still talking, and it swore, “Are you going to get moving or not? You're dilly-dallying so much. Do you want me to give you a good kick and send you to your afterlife instead?”
“Get moving? Will you?”
Just as Huangniu was done speaking, a deep voice came from the bottom of Mount Van.
Then, Chu Yuan, who Huangniu had kicked to the bottom of the mountain earlier, shot upward like an arrow that left its bow.
He came at full force, and his presence commanded instant attention.
“It's the Old Master!”
“The Old Master is out!”
“Hahaha!”
“The Old Master is fine!”
The dispirited Chu Sect fighters regained their motivation at the reappearance of Chu Yuan.
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