The nine great mountains of Kowloon Walled City hummed with vibration. Seeing this, Hong Qiwan did not hesitate in the slightest.
If the Beggar Sect could not withstand this calamity, then so be it.
As a practitioner, he had traversed the path from the naive, combative ignorance of his youth, through the tempering of his character as he grew stronger, to the caution and timidity that often accompanies increasing power. Finally, there came a moment of sudden awakening—a realization of who he truly was and where he was heading. He had returned to that fierce, combative spirit, unafraid even in the face of death. To fight against Heaven is a boundless joy; to fight against men is a greater joy still.
Chapter 310