Chapter 3910 — T021 Double Eleven Special Chapter 8: The Mortal Realm
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And then again, faced with such a situation, those present were not bound to fight with their backs to the river—their task was merely to protect the unconscious women; no one had said they must clash to the death with these people.
Knowing they might die, and knowing it was unnecessary, to choose retreat at such a moment was in truth the wise course, and no disgrace at all.
Every gaze in the room swung to the Blood Garment ancestors. Though these men were not Wei Zhao's subordinates, they were allies and outside aid nonetheless, and in the ways of the jianghu their experience ran far deeper and richer than that of these younger juniors.
But the Blood Garment Ancestor shook his head. "The duty of my Blood Garment Yellow Springs Sect is only to protect you all. As for whether or not to fight—that is for you to decide."
Though they counted themselves Wei Zhao's juniors, to those present they were outsiders after all, and their reputation had never been good. To speak up rashly would court resentment and breed discord within the ranks, so they thought it better to hold their tongues.
At that moment, Feng Tianlong suddenly spoke. "My counsel is—we fight."
Hard on his heels, Chen Yuxuan spoke as well. "Agreed."
Then Yu Bing, Wu Chengtian, Zhao Qilei, Zhao Qiwu, Pi Zhifeng, and Pi Zhitao all nodded in turn, resolved to fight with their backs to the river.
Everyone fears death, but for cultivators like them, there were some things more important than death itself.
If they flinched today, they would indeed pass unscathed and escape the calamity—but a shadow would linger for the rest of their lives, and before He Dantou and his kind they would never again hold up their heads.
If they could not even face the likes of He Dantou, what damned pursuit of the Heavenly Dao was there to speak of?
"Good, then we wait for them to come to our door." Qiu Lingshan drew a deep breath.
In truth, if they were resolved to fight to the bitter end, they could still call in more people—after all, Cheng Yiyi, Xu Shilan, and others were now Heaven-Tier Great Perfection experts as well, more than able to lend a hand.
But those people were needed to protect the unconscious women, and most of them were women besides, not strong in real combat; those present did not wish to drag them into it.
War—let the women step aside. That was the most basic resolve of any man.
In fact, Wu Chengtian and the others had been urging Qiu Lingshan all along to withdraw with them, but she had stubbornly insisted on staying here, and no one could persuade her otherwise, so in the end everyone could only give it up in resignation.
Half an hour later, He Dantou led his host of experts back in a mighty tide.
Seeing them drawn up in strict formation, He Dantou burst into laughter—unbridled laughter. "You actually dared to stay here and wait for us to come to your door! I truly don't know whether to praise your courage, or say that your brains have all gone rotten—surely you don't naively think you can escape calamity again this time?"
"Hmph, last time I don't recall just who it was that escaped calamity. What shameless boasting, President He! Last time we mercifully let you off, and now you dare come back—I wonder who gave you such courage, such audacity!" Feng Tianlong shot back with a cold laugh.
He Dantou's face stiffened. Being forced to retreat last time had been utterly humiliating, and to have it brought up now was like tearing open his scar!