Luoyue’s Lesson

At the other end of the forest, involuntary gasps could be heard shattering the silence. There was movement behind Kong Luoyue as well, sounds of successive heaving and vomiting.

The involuntary gasps had come, undoubtedly, from the remaining schools. Did they not pick a man of straw to step over? Why did it seem like they had encountered a man of steel instead? Help was certainly required!

As for the successive heaving and vomiting, the sounds came from Kong Luoyue's disciples. Prodigious and resilient as they were, they were still children after all; innocent and unjaded, the martial world combat and casualties were not part of their common experience prior to this – what was more, a scene saturated with crimson that saw blood with each blow.

Blood was all they suddenly saw, the copper stench filling their noses. Who could take it? All the young boys and girls had turned pale, without exception.