After the three figures left, everyone finally reacted; their master had been beaten beyond recognition.
"Master!"
The Evil Cultivators hurried over, gasping at their master's wretched appearance.
"How are you? Shall we help you up?"
Two of his loyal subordinates tried to approach and help him up, but were sternly stopped by him.
"Don't touch me."
His breath was weak, every word he uttered felt like his bones were being rearranged.
The pain was too intense; the person in white clothes simply wanted him dead, yet still spared his life, a truly monumental humiliation!
The Evil Cultivators wanted to assist their master but didn't dare to reach out.
In the end, they could only bring a brand new stretcher, carefully placed Yang Tianxiu onto it, and carried him back to the City Lord Residence.
Once at the City Lord Residence, Yang Tianxiu's room fell into chaos again.
