Chapter 1731: Let Me Show You

Everyone could see that Michael's condition was dire. His steps were feeble, his face pale and covered in cold sweat, his eyes dull and lifeless. He was clearly lacking energy and blood... How could someone this sickly possibly stand a chance against Scarlet? It seemed like a hopeless fantasy. "Third Elder, what's the meaning of this?" Mount stood up, his voice cold and accusing. "You send him to fight against our Purple Mystic Sect disciples? Are you mocking us, or do you simply not take us seriously?" "Sir...