Huzi roared, "Protect the general! Break out!"
Several hundred men charged forward like madmen. How could those martial artists dare to truly stop them? They could only watch as Zhao Yun and the others broke through.
"Sect Master, don't chase them!"
"Utter nonsense! Zhao Yun is wounded—this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If we don't kill him, Piaoxue Sect will become a laughingstock. How will we ever establish ourselves in Dragon Wing City? Everyone, mount up and pursue!"
"Yes!"
More than ten thousand sect elders mounted their horses and gave chase with great enthusiasm. They thought, This time, that dead eunuch Zhao Yun will finally suffer. Got shot by an arrow, did you? Time to finish him off!
"Faster! Chase them faster!"
Duan Yuechuan was pursuing them with great gusto when, boom, boom, boom, drums suddenly thundered.
Rumble! Massive boulders continuously rolled down from the mountains on both sides of the road. The sect martial artists were packed so tightly that they had nowhere to dodge, and some were crushed flat on the spot.
"Retreat!"
Zhao Yun immediately turned around. The several hundred riders moved as one and charged back at full speed!
Duan Yuechuan stood there dumbfounded as he watched Zhao Yun release his left hand, several broken arrows falling from it. At that moment, Duan Yuechuan wanted nothing more than to slap himself twice, cursing himself for being an idiot. Zhao Yun was a man who did not even fear the Barbarians—how could he possibly be injured so easily?
"Retreat! It's an ambush!"
"Brothers of the Heavenly Sage Sect, avenge our wrongs! Show these bastards that we are not to be trifled with!"
"I've slaughtered Barbarians before! You dare look down on us? Get them, brothers!"
The Heavenly Sage Sect elders, Wang Mengzi, Hu Xiaodao, and the others led