The leader charged straight over, its blade slashing at Long Aotian.
Long Aotian held Gentleman's Snow and roared, "King's Aura Reversal!"
He rushed out. Clang!
The two traded two strikes, and then that thing kicked Long Aotian in the chest; they traded two more, and it punched Long Aotian in the shoulder; after a few more exchanges, it landed another kick on Long Aotian's chest, a burst of true qi exploding directly against him. Long Aotian was sent flying back in an instant.
Lu Chengwen's face was stern as he handed out pills to everyone one by one.
Everyone was scared senseless.
What the hell!?
This bastard was filthy rich! Was he handing out Minor Returning Heaven pills like combat rations!?
Lu Chengwen said, "At the critical moment, remember to protect my Senior Disciple Brother."
Zhao Tuo's mind was close to collapse.
He could not even understand what these three people from Yan Zhao Sect were doing.
They were still going to fight!?
The strength the enemy had displayed was already beyond human!
His lips trembled. "Can we... talk to them?"
Lu Chengwen paused, looked up at him, and gently gripped his shoulder. "Calm down. My Senior Disciple Brother will definitely lead us out of here."
Zhao Tuo looked at the battered, wounded Long Aotian, tears spilling down as his whole body shook violently. "He can barely protect himself... He... I... I think I forgot how to circulate my qi... I... I don't want to fight. I don't want to break the formation anymore. I want to get out. I want to go home... I want to go home! I want to go home!"
Kong Yirou was badly frightened too. The strength the other side had displayed was one thing, but more importantly... the feeling they gave off was three