The disciples adjusted their priorities. Their fury settled upon Han Yu, and they struck in unison.
"Kill him first!"
It happened fast.
Han Yu had just slipped past a bolt aimed at his chest when his instincts screamed. Multiple waves of killing intent closed in on him. Blades of Qi, arrows of condensed light, and even a talisman's burning flare locked onto him from every direction. His companions shouted in alarm, but there was no time for them to intervene.
Han Yu's heart clenched. His mind raced.
The distance was too short, and the attacks too many. Even if he twisted his body with every ounce of speed, even if he shielded himself with a talisman, he could not avoid them all. At least one strike would hit him, and one was enough to cripple or kill.
In that instant, his body tensed to accept the blow. Yet at the same moment, something deeper stirred.
A tidal wave of emotions crashed into him, emotions not his own.
