"Elder Li?!"
"Is Sword Elder going to...?"
"..."
The four Ninth-Rank fighters froze when they saw Qin Jianfei and Sword Elder battling the Blood Marshal. They weren't blind. Their opponent was clearly one of the Strongest of the Blood Race.
"What's with all the chatter? Attack! Let's take down this Silver Horn King before the other foreign race Strongest get here!" Qin Jianfei was brutally direct.
"Silver Horn King?!"
"Understood!"
"Silver Horn King, you've passed up the path to heaven and barged through the gates of hell..."
"Kill him! Silver Horn King, die!"
Although the four Ninth-Rank fighters didn't quite understand what was going on, they understood Qin Jianfei's words perfectly.
Besides, Li Tiannan and Sword Elder had already made their move...
What was there to hesitate about?
Seven against one!
There was no way they could possibly lose!
"Die, Silver Horn King!"
"Silver Horn King, face my spear!"
"Silver Horn King, taste my Wind and Fire Wheels!"
"..."
