Chapter 1053 - Slapping Own Face (2/2)
” Hmph . It’s inevitable to get injured when fighting demonic beasts.” Hun Sen snorted and coldly said, “Just because you have some minor injuries and you came back to recuperate… that’s just damn shameful.”
“Bullshit!” The temperamental old man pointed his finger to the depths of the mountain range and retorted in a deep voice. “Now, open your narrow eyes and tell me: are those who just came out from there Tang Xiu’s men? Now, spit out and have a look at their appearance, do they look like minor injuries to you?”
In a flash, everyone shifted their eyes to the direction pointed by the old man’s finger. They saw dozens of wretched and bloody cultivators rushing towards them. Some of those cultivators were being carried by their comrades, and it was unknown whether they were alive or dead.
Duanmu Lin himself had met the Tang Sect’s disciples and could recognize their leader at a glance—Tang Xiu’s man, Mo Awu. He no longer paid attention to Hun Sen and instantly moved to greet him.
“How many injured in your team, Mo Awu?”
Mo Awu quickly made a gesture. As everyone stopped, he bitterly said, “Some of our brothers died in battle and the rest are injured, and most of them suffered serious injuries. Director Duanmu, has our Sect Master come back yet?”
“You mean Tang Xiu?” asked Duanmu Lin.
“That’s right. He’s our Sect Master.” Mo Awu nodded.
Duanmu Lin’s mind whirled, but he couldn’t ask how Tang Xiu became their sovereign and whatnot. He nodded and said, “He has brought a group of people back from the interior, but after he learned that thousands of demonic beasts are gathering in the depths of the mountain range and are apparently going to attack us at any time, he went back there to probe the situation alone. Many of the ones he brought back are seriously injured and went to their camp to recuperate.”
Mo Awu’s expression slightly changed. He gritted his teeth and said, “Director Duanmu, the martial brothers and sisters in my team also have serious injuries. Please allow them to go back to the camp to heal themselves.”
“You’ve worked hard. Go ahead.” Duanmu Lin heavily nodded.
Turning around to look at the disciples around him, Mo Awu then said in a deep voice, “Hei Wuya, Ye Shisan, you both have the lightest injuries, so you will come with me to find the Sect Master and ensure his safety. The rest of you, Brothers and Sisters, you all go back to the camp to recuperate. Be sure to recover from your injuries as quickly as possible and prepare for the following battles.”
“Acknowledged!” shouted dozens of Tang Sect disciples in reply.
Duanmu Lin’s expression changed. He hurriedly stopped Mo Awu and said in a deep voice, “Hey, you’re also seriously injured. If my guess is correct, your lungs must be punctured. It will be a serious latent danger and may threaten your life if you don’t treat it in time. Just listen to me. Tang Xiu investigated alone before, so I’m sure he can retreat and return in time should he encounter a situation he can’t deal with. But if you try to find him now, maybe you won’t be able to help him and will instead become his burden.”
“Negative.” Mo Awu shook his head and indifferently said, “The life of our Sovereign is more important than ours. We’ll stay behind and guard the rear to fight and give our Lord a chance to survive should we face any danger. Please don’t stop me anymore. I’ve made up my mind.”
Having said that, he brushed past Duanmu Lin, leading Hei Wuya and Ye Shisan and rushing to the interior of the mountain range lightning-fast. They soon disappeared from the sight of everyone present.
Hei Xiong, who was in the team, had a restless look in his eyes and shouted in a heavy voice, “Everyone, we are to return to the camp to heal our wounds at the fastest speed. Sect Master and Senior Brother Mo Awu are likely to encounter a crisis, so we’d best restore our strength as soon as possible to catch up with and fight alongside them!”
“Understood!”
It seemed there was nearly no hesitation from the other dozens of people as they followed Hei Wuya dashing toward their camp.
Looks of admiration appeared on the faces of dozens of people around Duanmu Lin. They had their shares of seeing devotion, virtue, and loyalty. They had also seen tough and fearless powerhouses who didn’t fear death, yet they had never seen so many respectable strongmen.
Hun Sen fell into silence, whereas Jiang Shuisheng lowered his head without uttering any words.
The momentum and aura displayed by Mo Awu and the others had literally subdued the two of them. They could see how fierce and brutal the fight Mo Awu and the rest had just gone through. They could also tell how worried they were about Tang Xiu’s safety.
‘Tang Xiu!’
Hun Sen slowly closed his eyes. After a while, he suddenly opened them and said with difficulty, “I admit that I harbored contempt against Tang Xiu. But now, he’s indeed a figure to be reckoned with.”
Jiang Shuisheng nodded and echoed, “For him to able to make his men see his life as more important than theirs is evidence of how great he is, indeed. Pity that we weren’t able to catch up with them before—otherwise, we would’ve been able to fight alongside such a group of fearless and powerful heroes.”
Finally, a smile appeared on Duanmu Lin’s face. He nodded at their words and said, “I told you that Tang Xiu is a genuine son of China. He’ll probably sacrifice his life to protect our country and its people when the country is in dire straits. Just look at his men. Each and every one of them has serious injuries, so serious that they likely have killed a lot of demonic beasts. But every demonic beast they killed is a chance they gave for us to survive. I, Duanmu Lin, am also looking for a chance to fight alongside them and resolve this crisis.”