"Hurry, hurry! Let's get out of here. We can't stay any longer." The Bangguo Monarch's face was pale with fright as he whispered frantically to the four great experts. As soon as the words were out, he quickened his steps and fled without waiting for them to respond. The four great experts hurriedly followed.
"We're all human, but the difference is just so vast!" one of them exclaimed. His right arm was now a skeletal limb, a disgusting and terrifying sight. The pain was unbearable, but even that excruciating agony was nothing compared to the shock in his heart. His expression was a mixture of horror and dread; as a Martial Artist, his courage had been completely shattered.
The other three experts, drenched in cold sweat, felt as if they had just walked through the gates of hell. They believed their survival was purely due to the good fortune amassed by eighteen generations of their ancestors.
"I've decided. I'm leaving the Martial Arts World," one said.
