Chapter 90 The Weak Are like Ants (2/2)
The other Shifang sword sect disciples looked at him with indifference.
”No, no, you can't do this. You can't do this. I won't go. I won't go.”
The young man shook his head and hissed.
The other stone pickers were silent, not daring to say a word, for fear of being noticed by Shifang sword sect disciples.
”Not going?”
The Shifang sword sect disciple's face turned cold and smiled grimly, ”You're not going, are you? If you don't, I'll send you on the road now to accompany your dead grandfather.”
With a wave of the War sword, the young man was enveloped in an icy murderous atmosphere.
The young man's eyes were filled with fear, but he still moved forward trembling in the end.
When the young man walked a few meters forward, he suddenly ran crazily to one side.
”You want to run, you want to die!”
A Shifang sword sect disciple with a flat nose shouted, exhaled, held his sword in both hands, and chopped down at the young man who had escaped.
Whew!
A sword burst out and immediately cut the young man in half across a distance of tens of meters.
”I told you, you go ahead and find your way. There's still a chance to live. If you want to escape, you have to die.”
The Shifang sword sect disciple sneered, then pointed and said, ”You, go find the way.”
The person who was pointed at walked out in despair, trembling forward, hoping that he was lucky enough to reach the end.
But the result was still death.
In this way, one by one, they picked up stones to explore the road, and one by one, they died in the lava of fire.
But the safe route was slowly detected.
The closer they got to the volcano, the more dangerous it was, and the more unstable the ground was.
More than 30 stone pickers died in an instant.
At this time, about 100 meters away from the dead volcano.
A few more people were called forward to investigate, and finally, a complete and safe road appeared.
”Young knights, can we go now?”
The remaining ten or so stone pickers were asked in a low voice.
”Go? Go where? The news here can't be leaked.”
Said Zheng Qian, who had not spoken.
”What... What? What do you mean?”
The stone picker's face changed greatly.
”What do you mean? You're all going to die!”
Tabizi Shifang sword sect disciple smiled grimly.
”No, no, you said you would let us go as long as you found a safe way out. You can't do this. You are disciples of the Shifang sword sect. You have to be trustworthy.”
”Please!”
”No, I don't want to die. I curse you and you will die a horrible death!”
More than a dozen stone pickers had already given birth to hope, but now their faces were full of despair and they started shouting wildly.
”Curse us? You know we are disciples of the Shifang sword sect. Who dares to kill us?”
Tabizi Shifang sword sect disciple sneered.
”Eh? There's a man over there, coming this way.”
Suddenly a Shifang sword sect disciple called out.
The others couldn't help but look over there.
Behind the right, a young figure was walking towards this side step by step.
This figure, about fifteen or sixteen years old, was slender and had a delicate face, but his eyes were extremely cold and frighteningly cold.
This young man, of course, was Lu Ming.
(The end of this chapter)