A disciple let out a tragic scream. His hair was disheveled, and as he cried, his eyes were bloodshot, appearing crazed.
"No! I borrowed that Third-stage Bloodline Beast Bone from the elder! Agghhhh. Don't eat it..."
Crunch, crunch.
Holding his head proudly, Brussel was a blur, no disciple could even come close to catching him. Accelerating into the distance, he continued gnawing on the bone until it vanished. When he did not retrieve the bone, thinking of Elder Li's wrath, the disheveled disciple began to weaken. With a furious howl, he shot off after Brussel.
He was not the only one. Hundreds of furious disciples began chasing Brussel, yet none of them were fast enough. As he sped towards Irispetal Peak, they could only watch with wide eyes. Even as the crowd pursued him, the piercing sound of a cold wind suddenly reverberated like thunder.
