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"Shi …" "Senior apprentice-brother …" Luo Ling's voice finally brought Tang Ming back from his stupor. Luo Ling slowly raised his head and said, "Senior Brother …"

Tang Ming suddenly pressed Luo Ling's head into his chest. "Be good and listen, don't look."

"Why are you crying?" The youth looked at Tang Ming. "Didn't you perform very well just now?"

"Senior Brother, will we die?" Luo Ling was buried in Tang Ming's embrace as his entire body trembled, "Fatty Chef, he …" "Is he dead? Isn't it true that we won't be able to see the chubby chef anymore? We won't be able to eat the chefs' snacks anymore …"

No matter how mischievous Luo Ling was normally, Luo Ling was still an eleven-year-old child. Although his senior brother was sometimes a bit strict and sometimes teased him, in essence, Luo Ling was still a little disciple from the Heavenly Cloud Sect who was doted on by Tang Ming, his master, and the Elders Pavilion.

He was still foolishly staring at the world, instinctively fearful of death.

"Be good, it will be fine." Tang Ming seemed to have finally recovered as he patted Luo Ling's head.

"I will hack this bastard into pieces." Tang Ming used his long eyelashes to cover the sadness in his eyes. Although his voice was choked with emotions, he said, "Playing the game of gentlemen, let the bet continue."

"But what?" The young man tilted his head, looking pitiful and innocent. Compared to his actions, he looked especially sarcastic. "I'm very unhappy because of what happened just now."

"Good girl, hand your junior brother over, and I'll let you guys go. Let them all go, okay?" The youth slowly walked into Tang Ming. Tang Ming raised his head and coldly said, "Impossible."

"Why do you always refuse a toast?" Looking at the dozens of people who were still alive behind him, he smiled, "Nah, I'll give you all a chance. Kill the brat in the child's arms, and I'll let you all go. All of you, give birth. "

The ropes on those people were cut open. They were clearly seniors from the same sect, but they all extended their hands towards their seniors and juniors.

"What are you doing? Don't you want to live?"

"Do you even have a conscience after taking a child's life?!"

Chaos, ugliness, and the nightmare that Tang Ming feared the most.

Luo Ling's neck was easily grasped and his face was slightly purple from having difficulty breathing.

"Little Shi …" "Junior apprentice-brother …"

Let him go, let him go.

Who would save him? Who would save him …

After that, a wind blade cut Luo Ling's neck open. Tang Ming raised his head and found that Chu JunRan was dressed in a purple robe and had a group of martial uncles following behind him.

Chu Junran clearly saw the scene in front of him and his face turned cold, "To behave so atrociously in the Cloud Sky Sect, do you really think I'm dead?"

"I didn't expect that you would actually make a move." A trace of surprise flashed in the youth's eyes, then he looked at the two little fellows in a sorry state, and suddenly understood, "Looks like my luck isn't bad. Just now, I almost killed the direct disciples of your Senior and Junior Brothers!"

"I didn't expect someone to be able to escape the net either." All traces of cynicism disappeared from Chu Junran's face, "Are you done preparing your last words?"

"To die at the hands of the Unrivaled Swordsman, can it be considered my honor?" The young man was not afraid of Chu Junran's words. Instead, he was laughing in a relaxed manner.

"Kill you?" Chu Junran looked at the young man contemptuously, "I think it's dirty."

"That's right, how could a place like the Cloud Sky Sect need you to personally act?" The young man changed his posture, not caring at all about his broken arm.

Anyway, he didn't want to live.

With the arrival of Chu Junran, the matter was quickly resolved.

A female Elder held onto the unconscious Luo Ling in her arms. At the same time, Tang Ming was also hugged by Chu Junran, "Are you alright?"

"Yes." Tang Ming lowered his head and looked at his disciple, who had just attacked him. He lowered his head and said, "I know, Master."

"Hmm?" Chu Junran looked at his only disciple in confusion. He was also the only child who was related to him by blood in this world, "Is there anything you need?"

"Yes, Master." Tang Ming looked at Chu Junran with a calm look, "Can you lend me your sword?"

Chu Junran was stunned, "What do you want the sword for?"

"Killing." Tang Ming's answer was out of Chu Junran's expectation, but Chu Junlang just stared blankly for a second and then laughed arrogantly, "It's a pity master didn't bring his sword. Can you use uncle master's sword?"

"Whatever." Tang Ming lowered his eyes. "It doesn't matter."

"Junior brother, lend me the sword." Chu Junran raised his head, Gu Han only took his disciple from the elder's arms and looked at the wounds on his disciple's hand, and handed him the sword that was equivalent to his own life without any hesitation.

Tang Ming took the sword and bowed to Gu Han. Then, he walked towards the disciple who had just made a move against him and his junior brother.

"I didn't expect you to be the Sect Leader's disciple. Why didn't you come earlier …" The disciple had a fawning expression on his face, but Tang Ming interrupted him.

"So disgusting."

"What?" Before this disciple could voice out his question, his body was already decapitated.

"You, what are you doing? Don't you know that the Cloud Sky Sect forbids internal conflict?" A disciple was frightened by the scene in front of him and pointed at Tang Ming.

Tang Ming only coldly stared at his opponent.

"What a joke. Naturally, my disciple will do whatever she wants to do. Where is it my turn to discipline her with those rules and regulations?" Chu Junran stood behind Tang Ming. He didn't comment on Tang Ming's actions and only held down Tang Ming's trembling hands, "Do whatever you want. You're the senior disciple of the Heavenly Cloud Sect, so you don't have to be afraid of anyone."

Tang Ming raised his head and looked at Chu Junran. Then, he nodded.

"You can't kill me, ah!"

"Let me go, I was only forced, let me go."

"Help!"

Only when the blood had soaked Tang Ming's sleeve did Tang Ming let go of the sword in his hand.

Then, he was hugged by a warm hug. "Are you happy?"

"Yes." Tang Ming hugged Chu Junran and buried himself in his arms, "Master..."

"Yes, I'm here."

"Master …"

"Yes."

"What took you so long? What took you so long?" Tang Ming held on tightly to Chu Jungran's clothes.

"Master is late." Chu Junran patted Tang Ming's head, "If you want to cry, just cry."

Tang Ming raised his head to look at Chu Junran and then buried himself deeper into the ground. The low sound of his sobs made Chu Junran sigh. He then looked at the bodies and a cold light flashed across his eyes.

"Master, there's an uncle inside. He's fat, and he saved me and my junior."

Even though Tang Ming didn't say anything, Tang Ming still understood the meaning behind his cherished disciple's words.

"Don't worry, he will be able to live in peace."

"Yes."

But, what did the glory after death have to do with when he was alive?