434: Chapter 434 Sect Master, let's not run away anymore, let's fight to the death!

"Three—"

Situ E's voice echoed in the mountain wind.

Xu Ruyu remained silent, his hand resting on his storage ring, his mind racing through every possibility.

However, just then—

"Sect Master!"

A voice rang out from behind him, raspy but firm.

Xu Ruyu turned his head slightly and saw Zhou Daniu walking out from the crowd.

Half of his face was still swollen from the slap Cang Songzi had given him, and there was dried blood at the corner of his mouth.

But his eyes were terrifyingly bright, like two balls of burning fire.

"Sect Master, we're not running this time; let's just fight it out with them!"

Zhou Daniu's words gave Xu Ruyu, who was busy searching for a way to break the deadlock, a slight start.

Zhou Daniu walked over and stood beside him, facing Situ E and Zhao Qian.

His legs were still shaking, but he stood tall, like a tree swaying in the wind that refused to fall.

The qi-breaking gun in his hand was aimed at Situ E; the barrel trembled slightly in his grip, yet it pointed unwaveringly at the target.

"Sect Master, I, Zhou Daniu, have been an orphan since I was a child. It was the Hehuan Sect that took me in, fed me, taught me how to Cultivate, and let me live like a human being."

His voice was raspy, but every word was clear.

"Today, they want to destroy our Hehuan Sect, steal our people, and kill our brothers—even though my cultivation is low, I won't stand for it, even if I die."

He took a deep breath and continued, "Even if I die today, I'm going to knock out one of their teeth!"

Seeing a mere Disciple of the Hehuan Sect dare to make such a suicidal demand to his face, Situ E couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, a flash of surprise in his eyes.

He then let out a sneer full of contempt: "Just you? A piece of trash at the Foundation Establishment Stage, you dare to shout in front of me?

You can't even break my Protective Spiritual Light, yet you want to knock out my teeth?

The Disciples of your Hehuan Sect are just like your Qi Refinement Stage Sect Master—a complete joke!"

Zhou Daniu ignored him and simply stared at him intently, the qi-breaking gun in his hand perfectly still.

There was no fear in his eyes, only a resolve born of being pushed to the brink—the look of someone who wasn't afraid to die.

Just then, another voice rang out from within the Hehuan Sect.

"Count me in."

Li Ergou walked out from the crowd and stood beside Zhou Daniu.

His face was still deathly pale and his legs were still shaking, but a fire had also ignited in his eyes.

He gripped his qi-breaking gun tightly, his knuckles turning white and veins bulging on the back of his hand.

"I, Li Ergou, don't have much talent. After over a decade of Cultivation, I'm still only at the Foundation Establishment Stage."

He grinned, a smile filled with resolve and a hint of self-mockery.

"But today, I'm not running anymore.

Why run? If we keep running, we won't even know who we are anymore.

Instead of being chased and beaten like a dog, I'd rather die standing.

Even if I die, I'll die like a man!"

Zhao Tiezhu also walked out, shirtless, his chest heaving like a cornered beast.

His fists cracked as he clenched them, blood still dripping from his knuckles, but there was no fear in his eyes, only rage.

He stood beside Zhou Daniu, fists clenched tight, veins popping, and muscles bulging.

"Sect Master, I, Zhao Tiezhu, am not afraid to die.

Today, let's just fight them to the death!

If I can kill one, it's worth it; if I can kill two, that's a pair!

My life was picked up by the Hehuan Sect in the first place. Giving it back to the Hehuan Sect today is worth it!"

Sun Xiaohua walked out from the crowd and stood beside Zhou Daniu.

Her eyes were red and there were still wet tear tracks on her face, but her back was perfectly straight.

She pulled a short sword from her waist; it was her only Magical Artifact, something she treasured dearly and usually wiped down with great care.

Now, she gripped the short sword, its tip pointed forward.

"Sect Master, I'm not running either."

Her voice shook slightly, but it was firm.

"I am a Disciple of the Hehuan Sect; if I die, I will die under the banner of the Hehuan Sect.

When I was bullied before, I endured it; when I was cursed at before, I endured that too.

But today, I don't want to endure it anymore.

Today, I want to let them know that the women of the Hehuan Sect are not to be trifled with!"

Zhou Xiaolian also followed her out, standing beside Sun Xiaohua.

She had no Magical Artifact, only her fists, but she clenched them so hard her knuckles turned white.

Her lips were trembling, but she gritted her teeth, refusing to let her tears fall.

"I'm not running either!"

"Count me in!"

"And me!"