"Kill!"
Huangfu Zhan took the initiative to strike, his energy flaring violently.
A single stroke from Yan Renjie startled gods and demons alike, sword-shadows flickering everywhere.
Fast! So fast!
Their movements were a dizzying blur. The mere aftershock of their blows sent several onlookers flying, spitting blood.
"Oh, God!"
"Get back!"
"This is terrifying!"
The guests scattered in a panic, scrambling for cover.
Wei Shanhe, fighting with all his might, could barely keep up with their rhythm. The other members of the True Martial Association were completely useless. When they rushed over, they only got in the way, and several fell in the blink of an eye.
Huangfu Zhan roared, "Everyone, fall back!"
Wei Shanhe followed with a fierce command of his own, "Go and wipe out Mo Daosheng and his son!"
"Yes, sir!"
His subordinates immediately changed course, charging toward Mo Daosheng and Mo Zhongyuan.
