604 What Is It For? (1/2)

It was ironic that even after deploying so many people and paying such a hefty price tag, they still could not detain the three most important men of the enemy! This battle could not even be considered a pyrrhic victory.

Hen Bieli fumed and raged.

”Go out and search for them! Even if we have to dig thirty feet into the earth, these three people must be found!”

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The three Venerable Lords who had just escaped death were dumbstruck, at a loss for words.

Their goals were simple, brutally so. Firstly, they sought revenge for their brother; secondly, they also sought revenge against the Four Seasons Tower; they loathed the tower for utilizing them to nurture the God's Bone, yet did not treat them as humans. Nonetheless, the three of them truly did not expect themselves to trigger such a massive martial world revolution.

Despite their greatest attempts to assemble all of the Four Seasons Tower's forces in Tiantang City to do battle, they would never have expected some guards who only served their bosses to actually obey their arrangements and come to participate.

They knew full well the contrasting combined strengths between both sides and had set up various preparations and targeting strategies that were evidently effective. Despite the end being destined, the three of them had never thought about surviving through it all. All that was on their minds was to kill as many people as they could and attempt to wipe out their opponent in the process.

As long as they fulfilled their designed scheme, their brother's grudge would be avenged. In addition to depleting the Four Seasons Tower's manpower while bringing the tower trouble, the Venerable Lords could rest in peace, even if they died in this battle.

Sadly, it had never crossed these three people's minds that the ultimate result would be the utter extermination of the Four Seasons Tower's men whom they had gathered. They had not anticipated the losses that the two top assassination organizations would face, the killers they summoned, and the ironic escape of the Venerable Lords during the most critical juncture of the battle.

The trio felt as if they had dreamt it all, the impossible scenario, and was still in disbelief regarding this reality. In a well-hidden place, all three of them, who had yet to regain their composure, looked at each other.

”Who saved us?” Venerable Lord Sword was perplexed. ”Do we still have sympathizers in Tiantang City? How could I not know about it?”

The other two were equally bewildered. Venerable Lord Sword's doubt was their own as well, only Venerable Lord Sword had voiced it out first.

'Exactly... who saved us?'

'Even if the Four Seasons Tower had reinforcements, I still don't believe that they were the ones who saved us.'

The door opened.

A graceful young master clad in purple strode in slowly, his smile accompanied by an elegant manner.

”Three Venerable Lords, my greetings.”

”Young Master Yun? Is that you?” The three Venerable Lords were aghast upon seeing who stood before them; they were even more confused as they asked in shock, ”How could it be?”

The trio had always held a grudge against Yun Yang. From the first encounter regarding Venerable Lord Sword's lower half as well as the latter half of his life to the encounter at the Resilience Fortress, and then to the recent instigation, these people's destinies intersected with one another. More recently, Yun Yang had obeyed the justice of the martial world and brought them Venerable Lord Ice's last words. The trio had felt that they owed him a huge favor, and their hostility towards him naturally decreased.

Never did it cross their minds that it would be Yun Yang again who saved them when they faced the grave siege of the world's assassins. It was no small favor; they had yet to requite his previous favors, but they were in debt once again. They seemed to be at a loss about their consequent actions.

”How could it not be me? Speaking of which, who else in Tiantang City can do it if not me?” Yun Yang said with a sly smile.

The trio sat down looking blank, not knowing what to say for a moment.