870 Trespassers Will Be Killed 3

The injured men were carried to an area where some people were hiding. Those cowards were too afraid to go to battle. Their faces looked exceedingly ill as they watched the badly wounded brave men being carried into the room.

Looking at the acid-corroded wounds inflicted by the power soldiers on those injured men, everyone's eyes glazed over, as if paralyzed.

"How long are you all going to hide here?" The burly man glared coldly at the trembling group. He was the very guy who was rescued by Ji Fengyan from the dungeons of the Kingdom of the Sacred Dragon, where they had both been imprisoned. Those cowards had all committed some major crimes in the past and were criminals with the blood of others on their hands. But now, they lacked even a sliver of courage and could only hide in fear.

The whole scene just looked like one big joke.

The burly man's name was Qin Rui. He was also once a vicious villain who committed many murders. He had already made his peace with death when he was unexpectedly rescued by Ji Fengyan. Only someone who had looked death in the eye, would he realize… just how precious life was.

"Are you all going to live on like a bunch of cowering dogs or fight just this once like actual human beings?" Qin Rui glared at the cowardly bunch.

As the battle grew fiercer outside, the Blood Tribe men—who had been secretly disdained and feared by the residents of Fu Guang City—were going all out to protect their territory. From this moment onwards, their past no longer mattered. At this very instant, they were rightful human beings fighting for their beliefs.

Whereas those hiding here utterly disgusted Qin Rui.

These people had already been scared witless. No one had the guts to answer Qin Rui's question.

Qin Rui took a deep breath and didn't bother wasting any more of his breath. He turned around and reentered the battlegrounds.

Why had these people fled to Fu Guang City?

It was only because in the entire world, this was the only place left that would let them stay on.

After Qin Rui departed, everyone sank deep into their own thoughts. The thick scent of blood permeated the relatively spacious room. One of the injured men groaned in pain as he laid on the stretcher.

It was a young member of the Blood Tribe. Most of the others in the room knew him by sight. Before Ji Fengyan had taken over Fu Guang City, this kid had incited a lot of hatred with his arrogant behavior.

The Blood Tribe had used force to suppress the residents of Fu Guang City, causing much hate and fear. Many residents had jumped for joy after Ji Fengyan overcame the Blood Tribe.

But…

At the crux of life and death, it was the Blood Tribe members who had stood up and headed to the forefront of the battle.

Shame, vexation, fear, unease—these complicated emotions swirled around the minds of everybody.

Qin Rui returned to the battlegrounds to see the Poison King defending the advancement of the power soldiers with his best efforts. He took a deep breath and tightened his grip on his heavy sword, which had once butchered thousands of people. He pounced forward.

But then…

Just as Qin Rui was charging forth, hundreds of figures suddenly surged from behind him.

"To hell with it. I will fight to the death with them!"

"Fu Guang City is our last refuge. If Zhai Xing Lou doesn't allow us to live on, we will fight them to the very last moment!"

Qin Rui stared in amazement at the group who managed to break free from their cowardice. A smile danced across his hard face.

A man could be cowardly and selfish, but… when pushed to a corner, everything would be unleashed.