Ji Hui's face turned pale with terror. "Senior, save me," he cried.
"Luckily, I arrived in time."
Ji Hui listened to the movements around him. He knew a master was just ahead, but he dared not take a step. The Sword Qi was too formidable; it had injured over a dozen people in an instant.
Ji Hui's only thought now was how to escape and clear his sins.
Ji Hui knelt on one knee. "Thank you, senior, for saving my life."
"Saving you was a small effort. Who is after you?"
"They are from the Pettis Family, mere lapdogs of the Alliance of All-Gods. There's no need for you to trouble yourself, Senior. Allow me to execute them in your stead."
At this moment, Ji Hui was exceptionally calm. No one knew he was a traitor. If his treachery were to be exposed, his death would be certain.
So, after Jiang Chen severed their legs, Ji Hui had such a plan in mind.
All one saw was Ji Hui wielding a Thin Sword, turning and delivering several swift strikes.
