The once orderly Rock Valley was now a ruin, with less than a third of the beastmen disciples surviving, all wounded.

Elder Li Yan, leaning on his half-broken battle sword, stood with a complex expression as he watched David slowly approach. He felt

a mixture of relief at surviving, awe at David’s strength, but above all, an endless, gnawing regret!

He remembered his arrogant attitude, the few low-grade immortal stones he had thrown on the ground, and his merciless dismissal.

Each memory was like a resounding slap across his face and his heart!

If he hadn’t judged him by his appearance and underestimated him, if he had treated this unfathomably powerful young man with courtesy and kept him in the valley, how could Rock Valley have suffered such heavy losses? How could

so many excellent disciples have died in vain?

“Senior… Senior…”

Elder Li Yan opened his mouth, a hoarse voice coming from his dry throat, his face burning. His previous arrogance had vanished, leaving only humble pleading.

I was blind and offended you before. I beg

by the Netherworld Ghost Fire, deteriorating

powerful figure to expel the demonic fire,

man before him was his

calmly, his eyes like a deep

pleading in Li

at first but obsequious later, only realizing his worth at the

Yan and Ying Wu because

demonic cultivator because of an old grudge with the Ten Thousand Souls Demon Sect; but what did Elder Li Yan’s life or

not even bothering to give them a mocking glance, simply shifting his gaze to Shi Yan and Ying Wu who

more despair and pain than

“Pfft—”

the onset of his injuries, Elder Li Yan suddenly spat out a mouthful of foul blood mixed with

to grasp at the last straw, his eyes filled with resentment, regret, and hatred

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