In the dark, damp dungeon.
Having lost the protection of his cultivation, Pei Yuan faced hundreds of furious Jiuhua Celestial Sect disciples. He was like a naked young girl surrounded by dozens of starving wolves.
He was torn to shreds.
They hated Pei Yuan with a burning passion, and today, their moment of vengeance had finally arrived.
Jiang Chen frowned but felt no pity.
He walked over to Beis Ming. Seeing Beis Ming's wretched state, a flash of anger crossed Jiang Chen's eyes. He said in a low voice, "Senior, I've come too late."
Beis Ming grinned, a twisted expression more painful than any cry.
The movement tugged at his wounds, causing him to sharply suck in a breath, then another.
His cloudy eyes stared at Jiang Chen, and his voice was a low, hoarse rasp. "Jiang... Jiang Chen... thank you for cleaning house for my Jiuhua Celestial Sect."
