907 The Demiurge-Flawed Ten (2/2)

It had only been a moment but the thirty to forty Steel Castle men were left with only seven or eight people now, resisting in vain. Their loss was inevitable.

Yun Yang who was watching the fight from a hidden corner said, ”These two men are quite interesting. They're skilled.”

Shi Wuchen sighed and replied, ”The Steel Castle men are seeking death… Didn't we only rob a few carts of Ice Silk from them? Why are they so adamant about it and why would they get themselves tangled with these two killing gods?”

”Are these two men famous?” asked Yun Yang.

”Not only are they famous, but they're also like me, belonging to the notable few of this younger generation. There were ten of them who shared this title back then… I wonder how many of them are left now.”

Yun Yang looked at Shi Wuchen with an amused glance and poked fun at him.

”How can you say that you're one of the notable few of the younger generation with such a straight face? Why are you dragging them into this? I know that your cultivation base is proficient and you're exceptionally gifted. No need to toot your own horn, you're going over the line now!”

Shi Wuchen flushed and was momentarily stunned before he replied dejectedly, ”I'm afraid I'm no longer considered as a peer to these two men. I've rested for three years due to the severe injury I suffered before. My cultivation base is probably far lacking compared to theirs.”

Yun Yang pursued the topic with interest, asking, ”Tell me who the ten people are. Cultivation base and whatnot are only temporal judgments, they're not finite.”

Reminiscence played in Shi Wuchen's gaze as he mumbled, ”The ten of us who share the title back then were all young prodigies who ascended to the Saint level before they turned thirty years old. The martial world had even made up rhymes to sing praises of us.”

”Of course, the reason the ten of us stood shoulder to shoulder is mainly due to the fact that everyone was no longer assisted by the Celestial Luck Banner. Some were either rogue cultivating prodigies who didn't belong to sects that possess the Celestial Luck Banner, some were eliminated disciples who were chased out of their schools. There were even two lost disciples whose sects were entirely wiped out … Therefore, we were called the Demiurge-Flawed Ten.”

”Demiurge-Flawed Ten?” asked Yun Yang with a frown, ”Are you all handicapped?”

”No, actually,” Shi Wuchen answered distantly, ”The reason they call us this is to point out that while we're geniuses and gifted, we aren't disciples supported by the Celestial Luck Banner. Even if we're prodigies, it's destined that we can't make it too far. The young unfortunate death of a prodigy is usually called flawed by the demiurge, heaven's envy. That's how the name Demiurge-Flawed Ten came about.”

During their conversation, the Steel Castle men had been killed, with no survivors to speak of. Before the leader died, he suddenly yelled out, ”Remember your promise!”

Blood spurted as he succumbed to death.

In spite of this, Lan Ruojun and Ren Qingkuang did not leave. They stood wielding their weapons and scanned the vicinity cautiously.

Lan Ruojun, who was clad in yellow, spoke up faintly, ”May I ask who's there? Why hide if you've been here long ago?”

Shi Wuchen was shocked and just as he was about to greet the pair, Yun Yang held him back.

”It's not us whom the two men found.”

There was a sense of grimness in Yun Yang's gaze.