Chapter 113: Farewell, Junior Brother Zhao!

The image of Wang Lin’s death still lingered hauntingly in Zhao Yishui’s mind, refusing to fade. Beside him lay Jiang Zhenglong, freshly lifeless; his body still soft, warm blood steadily flowing out like a crimson stream. Yet this was no symbol of life’s vigor—it was the unmistakable sign of death.

In that moment, Zhao Yishui felt as though even breathing had become a struggle. It was not merely an inexplicable psychological pressure but a primal fear instinctively gripping his body.

He dared not move recklessly, fearful that Luo Tian might misinterpret his intentions and strike him down without hesitation.

“Senior Brother Luo, I…” Zhao Yishui forced himself to calm the storm within his heart and, biting his lip, ventured, “Did I act in time?”

“Just right.” Luo Tian nodded without giving much away. His right shoulder twitched slightly; though his muscles had trembled continuously as he absorbed Jiang Zhenglong’s desperate, fierce assault, he still bore the brunt of most of the force.

Seeing the young man before him speak without any flicker of emotion, Zhao Yishui’s heart involuntarily raced. He was about to speak again when a shout came from behind, “Senior Brother Luo, don’t trust him!”

A scoundrel!

Zhao Yishui cursed inwardly. Li Yang was shameless—he had merely spoken some inconvenient truths, so what was wrong with that? In that situation, was it reasonable to support Luo Tian, a Qi Condensation realm practitioner, over a master of the Pulse Flow realm?

“Senior Brother Luo!” Li Yang’s voice trembled with urgency. He was not fatigued from running but physically unwell, the product of days under Jiang Zhenglong’s torment. Now suddenly freed, his blood and energy flowed poorly, and his muscles stiffened.

“What happened to your hand?” Luo Tian frowned. Li Yang’s desperate expression contrasted with the skin on his wrist, taut and blood-red as if it might tear open at any moment, threatening to spill its inner fluids.

“Nothing, the rope was just too tight.” Li Yang waved dismissively, then shot a hateful glance at Zhao Yishui. “Senior Brother Luo, don’t believe him! This Zhao Yishui thought you would die, so he sided with Jiang Zhenglong all along and even—”

“Shut up!” Zhao Yishui suddenly stood, his aura fierce. “Junior Brother Li, if your heart truly lies with Senior Brother Luo, then you should have been the one to rush forward and kill Jiang Zhenglong when he needed help most! Not arrive late and then bite the hand that saved you!”

Li Yang was stunned by Zhao Yishui’s twisted words.

“Bah, mad dog!” Seeing Li Yang shaken and even Luo Tian’s expression flicker slightly, Zhao Yishui exhaled in relief, but not satisfied, he jabbed another verbal blow.

“A talent indeed!” Luo Tian watched Zhao Yishui’s performance with interest, as if he had truly suffered a grievous wrong, a faint glint lighting his eyes.

“You bastard, Zhao Yishui!” Li Yang’s eyes reddened with fury, and he was about to charge at Zhao Yishui, even though he was clearly no match.

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