"Elder, save me..." Li Chunfeng yelled, clutching his wound.
In his heart, he was cursing those old men. They were a bunch of blind old fogies sitting by and watching him die, probably still thinking this was some kind of joke. But this was the real deal—they were genuinely trying to kill him.
He could have simply run off the Cultivation Arena, but the thought stopped him. The Cultivation Arena was a testament to backbone; people had been kicked off it, carried off it, and thrown off it, but none had ever scampered down of their own accord.
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