Asura War Supreme

The corner of Li Yang's mouth raised in disdain, now that Lin Jingyu had announced his intention to defeat him in the great sect competition, this was a battle between two people, it was extremely difficult for even outsiders to intervene!    

At that time, Li Yang would have a reason to kill Lin Jingyu forcefully. Furthermore, even though the upper echelons of the sect felt that there was a gap between them, they couldn't say anything. After all, Lin Jingyu was the one who was courting death, and couldn't be blamed on anyone!    

Three days later.    

At the back of Martial Sect.    

In a room filled with dry matches in the service hall.    

Thick plumes of smoke climbed out of the chimney.    

Hou Xiaolin bent down and blew on the bellows with his mouth, allowing the matches to burn even brighter.    

The sparks created by the flames seemed to cause the temperature inside the woodshed to increase by a few degrees, compared to the outside world.    

Beads of sweat, that were the size of beans, seeped out from his eyebrows and streaked across his face. However, the skinny boy did not notice this and continued to lay down the matches in the boiler. Then, he blew on them, causing them to burn even more vigorously!    

Three years ago, Hou Xiaolin had been like this ever since he had become a lowly worker in the Martial Sect. From the first bird cry in the morning to the afternoon when the sun went down, he was always in the firewood house, picking firewood, chopping firewood, burning firewood, repeating the same process without any gaps.    

Due to his overwork, his body, which had not received much nourishment in the first place, seemed to have become thinner than before.    

However, even so, as a servant, the lowest level existence in the sect seemed to be no different from a slave. Sometimes, there was even the possibility of being maliciously bullied by some narrow-minded sect disciples in order to vent the worries they had throughout the day.    

Pow!    

But at this time, Hou Xiaolin's movements seemed to have slowed down, and a purple robed disciple beside him directly used a whip to lash at Hou Xiaolin's body, causing a long bloody wound to appear on the latter's slightly bent back!    

Hiss!    

Hou Xiaolin bit his lips, not allowing the painful sounds to come out. Furthermore, his hands and feet hastened, as though he did not dare resist.    

However, he seemed to be really hungry. At this moment, his entire head was boiling hot.    

The 'single' match in front of him was swaying before his eyes, as though it had suddenly turned into two 'two pieces'!    

Swoosh!    

The match failed and fell onto the ground. Hou Xiaolin finally couldn't endure the hunger and fell to the ground.    

Pow!    

"Brat, are you pretending to be dead for me?"    

Seeing Hou Xiaolin crawling on the ground, the whip in the green-robed disciple's hand immediately swept over and slapped onto Hou Xiaolin's body, causing a few horrifying bloodstains to appear on the latter's body again and again!    

"Get up! Work! Do you hear me? I told you to pretend! Pretend! "Pretend!"    

Pah pah pah!    

The terrifying sound of the whip striking flesh continuously rang out, causing blood to be stained all over Hou Xiaolin's body. The corners of his lips moved, as though there was still a sliver of life left!    

Boom!    

At this moment, under the setting sun, the door of the woodshed was smashed into pieces!    

"Who are you?"    

The purple-robed disciple frowned as he looked at the white-robed youth who had suddenly appeared in front of him!    

"I'm his friend!"    

The young man tilted his head, and his gaze landed on Hou Xiaolin's body. In an instant, a cold aura spread out from his body, and he stared at Hou Xiaolin, as though he wanted to kill him!    

"Heh, a lowly worker actually has friends. What a joke!"