Chapter 8: Better Dead than Surrender
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When a person puts their life on the line, there really isn’t a way to threaten them effectively.
The Great King of the Split Land had never expected Little Musashi would be this resolute, leaving no room for her own escape.
He was momentarily stunned and even found himself advising her,
“If you d*e, your two friends here will be of no use to me and will inevitably follow in your footsteps. Aren’t you worried?”
Little Musashi coolly replied,
“I just seek to be guilt-free in this matter. If you think that the information about Frost North Snow isn’t worth my life, then do as you wish.”
She held her katana firmly against her throat, showing no signs of relenting. bl**d dripped from the sword tip, creating a steady “drop-drop” sound.
That noise hit Strong Brother and Cold Little Rain’s hearts like a hammer.
Seeing this, they finally believed,
There really are people in this world who, even after only knowing each other for half a day, would willingly sacrifice their life for others, just so those others can escape.
“Master… whimper…”
“Musashi, sis…”
In the live streaming room, viewers were filled with righteous indignation yet completely helpless.
The lord of White Feather City was a top-tier demon, and only high-ranking members of the Seven Immortal Gates could hope to contend with him. Although Little Musashi was powerful, she really couldn’t compete with him in strength. This was her one chance to force the Great King of the Split Land to let her friends go.
But if that happened, even if Strong Brother and Cold Little Rain got out, Little Musashi would be trapped and face an unknown fate.
Strong Brother had thought about them taking the initiative against those demons. If they both died, Little Musashi might be free to fight back.
But that would make everything she had done pointless.
It might even strengthen her resolve to commit s*icide, making the whole situation a tragically ironic twist.
Whatever the outcome, it was beyond their imagination.
What to do, what to do?
The two found themselves in a state of extreme anxiety.
The scene was utterly silent.
After a moment, the Great King of the Split Land chuckled, “Well then, since you’re so insistent, it’s just the lives of two ordinary folks—let them go.”
Cold Little Rain wanted to say something, but Strong Brother shook his head.
Little Musashi said, “Fine, I won’t let go until they’re out of sight.”
The Great King of the Split Land signaled with his eyes,
The demons surrounding Strong Brother and Cold Little Rain quickly parted to let them through.
With no other options, they had to leave first.
However, no one noticed that the vulture had stealthily stepped back, hiding among the trees.
“Quick, we aren’t too far from the human realm; we might be able to plead for help from the Immortal Gate experts,” Strong Brother said breathlessly, panting as he ran alongside Cold Little Rain.
Neither of them had mastered sword riding, and Cold Little Rain’s flying sword had been damaged in the Small Cave Heaven.
At that moment, a viewer shouted in the live stream,
“Quick, shout out your coordinates! Let the nearest players rush over; we might be able to save Little Musashi!”
“What are you talking about? That’s the lord of White Feather City, a top-tier demon! Even if we flood them with players, they won’t even notice us,” someone else replied.
“Are you saying we just stand by and watch?”
“What can we do? You’re not high-ranking members of the Immortal Gate; heading there is just asking for d*ath.”
“Is there any Inner Door player who can help at a crucial moment?”
“Upgrade Maniac” Tang Tong really wanted to help, but his boss Gongsun Ding was too busy to care, still locked up since the attack on Thousand Bird City.
Who could he turn to for help?
Should he just run to the Sect Leader and lay out the whole story about the Small Cave Heaven?
Would the Sect Leader even see him?
Even if he did get a meeting, would the Sect Leader believe him?
Moreover, the Extermination of Immortals organization was steeped in ambiguity; why would the Immortal Gate take drastic measures for a minor character?
Tang Tong stared at the screen, his heart racing and flames of frustration igniting inside him.
Forget it, let’s give it a shot.
But before he could get close to the Sect Leader’s residence, he was stopped at the door by the guards, who wouldn’t let him in no matter what.
As expected… he was just an unremarkable Inner Door Disciples, not much to be taken seriously.
He knew Strong Brother and Cold Little Rain were looking to head straight for Thousand Bird City for assistance, but if he told them the outcome now, it would be way too hopeless.
Just then,
As the two ran, they suddenly heard the sound of wings flapping furiously above them.
They looked up and saw the vulture, a lackey of the Great King of the Split Land, following behind them.
d*mn, that flip-flopping guy.
“Hahaha, you can’t escape!” the vulture taunted.
Shaking their heads in unison, Strong Brother and Cold Little Rain said, “We can’t let them capture us again.”
He pulled out two short knives from his waist—he had snagged them from the kitchen—and handed one to Cold Little Rain.
Just as the vulture’s sharp claws were about to close in on them, he was shocked to see the two of them stab themselves with the knives.
“Thud…”
The two crumpled in pain and quickly fell silent.
The vulture paused beside their bodies, letting out a sigh, “Bro code! I can’t measure up to that.”
After he left, their bodies gradually disappeared from view.
Viewers were going crazy.
What was happening with Little Musashi?!
The two streamers had returned to the nearest resurrection point at Thousand Bird City through their s*icide, and there was no sign of Little Musashi in their streams anymore.
In this critical moment, countless viewers @’d the game officials, urging the system to open the official live stream immediately.
After all, the game system could capture any scene within the game and broadcast it live, like a cutscene.
Perhaps the system heard the desperate cries of the people.
Before long, the official live stream indeed began showcasing the continuation of Little Musashi’s predicament.
A flood of viewers, including the frantically anxious Strong Brother and Cold Little Rain, rushed in.
Master, Master! You must be okay!
Strong Brother roared in his heart.
Just as everyone was witnessing, Little Musashi was still in a tense standoff with the Great King of the Split Land and his crew.
The live stream zoomed in for a close-up.
Her hand that held the weapon shook slightly, bl**d gushing freely. Anyone could tell she was enduring excruciating pain while trying desperately to hold on.
The female players couldn’t help but tear up.
The male players were all gritting their teeth, wishing they could jump in and fight those demons holding Little Musashi hostage to the d*ath.
Even if it meant all players perishing, they needed to vent their anger somehow.
“They’ve already left,” the Great King of the Split Land said. “Will you not put down your weapon now?”
Little Musashi sighed, “Why is one of your twelve cave masters missing?”
The Great King of the Split Land replied, unfazed, “Is there?”
“Pfft…”
With the sound of the vulture landing and flapping its wings, the Great King’s expression shifted.
After descending, the vulture whispered a few words to Bull Head.
The Great King of the Split Land said, “Vulture Master has seen your two friends leave. Are you reassured now?”
Little Musashi slowly lowered her katana,
The Great King of the Split Land smiled slightly, but soon his smile froze.
Because she pulled out another katana with her left hand, the sharp blades crossed confidently in front of her.
Her proud voice resounded through the live stream:
“As a member of the Extermination of Immortals, I would rather d*e than surrender!”
