A chaotic melee!
Rat Head himself was no weakling, and with three Top-tier Experts coordinating with him, Ming Disha on his own was only just barely fighting them to a draw.
Hah! This battle truly shook heaven and earth and made ghosts and gods weep!
Rat Head and the other three worked together with perfect tacit understanding. Their Cultivation Methods were unique, their strength was considerable, and they blended hardness and softness; every saber strike was vicious, every sword thrust merciless!
Yet Ming Disha showed no fear at all. His lightness skill was peerless, his movement agile, and with the fatty in his grip, he moved as if treading waves and playing with the tide.
The fatty Tang Niu's broad frame just happened to make him a perfect shield for blocking sabers and swords!
A saber came slashing in, and Ming Disha hauled the fatty up to block it!
Afraid he would be chopped in two, the fatty could only circulate his qi to defend himself. Rip! A huge gash was cut open on his arm!
A sword stabbed in, and Ming Disha turned and hauled the fatty up to block it!
Afraid he would be stabbed with a pair of holes, the fatty could only circulate his qi to defend himself. Pfft—his shoulder was pierced clean through!
Another saber came, and the fatty took it!
Another sword came, and the fatty took it!
Ming Disha's curved saber was ferocious to the extreme. Shield in hand, he broke the formation with a single blade, charging forward without fear, sweeping away all before him!
As the fatty vomited blood, he said, "Senior, with martial arts as high as yours, you could still win if you put me down!"
Ming Disha said, "How could I bear to?"
As he spoke, he hauled