“Lord, we…” Ren Yi and others were going pale. They wanted to say something to persuade their lord to change his mind but was blocked by a hand.

  “Leave, we’re going back to the Holy Island at once.”


  “Boss!”


  The remaining elders all exclaimed, their faces showing incredulous at Zheng Qi (first) whose sight continues to lock onto Chu Ran who had already rushed into the battlefield. There’s pain in the first elder’s face.

  “For the sake of the Holy Land, we can only retreat! I can’t let the remaining seeds be buried here today!”


  Do they believe he’s not heartbroken for abandoning their lord? But as an elder, the first elder at that, Zheng Qi has a duty to see to the Holy Land’s survival and the lineage be passed on. There’s also the responsibility of supporting Yi Feng in becoming the next Saint Lord so he and these disciples mustn’t die!

  As sorrowful and saddening as this tragedy was, Chu Ran could not continue to wait for his people to dilly dawdle around like this because he couldn’t continue to fend off the enemy like this. At this rate he’s going to lose and it’s free picking at that point. “What are you all waiting for, GO!”


  It’s this momentary diversion that’s left the man opened. Taking a heavy hit to the shoulder area, Chu Ran stumbles backward from the blow and spills out a mouthful of blood.

  Though taking a hit was by no means a good sign, it did have an effect of knocking everyone back to their senses. Not only by staying did they not provide any tangible help, they’re in fact dragging their lord down by being a hindrance. Giving Chu Ran one final apologetic glance, they all rushed towards the inner sector of the Holy Land.

  Meanwhile on the opposite end, the enemies didn’t place any importance on the fleeing group. In their eyes, these people are insignificant ants so it played into Chu Ran’s benefit. Besides, once they finished with the lord then the rest would fall into their hands naturally.

  “I, Chu Ran, may not be good enough to stop you assailants here today, but I can use my life to save all of the disciples under my charge.” Bellowing out a laugh, this lord releases all of his powers. Exploding with an intense burst of air, his hair tie breaks away to allow those thin strands to flutter against the wind, making him almost savage looking due to all the injury he’s suffered so far. “Let my ancestors be my witness. At the expense of never being able to reincarnate after I die, I will stop these enemies here today!” To meet that vow and conviction, even the sky has darkened with claps of thunder rocking the air.

  Not far away, Zheng Qi seems to have sensed this anomaly. Turning around to gaze up to the sky where the epicenter should be, a trickle of tear slowly flows down the old senior’s cheek.

  “Brother?” Ren Yi (second) also found something off about this, but because he doesn’t know as much as the first elder, he frowns and only inquired for the details. “What’s the matter?”


  “Nothing,” changing from grief to firmness in his voice, the first elder shakes his head before peering over to the remaining disciples. “You all saw it today. For everyone here, the Lord is sacrificing himself so we can all live. In the future you all must train hard so that your strengths can be stronger than these enemies. We must pay blood with blood. This debt will not be forgotten!”


  The disciples of the Holy Land are all red in their eyes and the seed of hatred have firmly taken root in their hearts.

  “Blood for blood!” The loud echoing voices was united and strong, strong enough to fall into Chu Ran’s ear who’s still fighting to defend the main gateway.