The four men were about to strike and finish off the Fourth Hall Master for good.
Suddenly, they felt a jolt in their hearts as a voice echoed in their minds.
"Stop!"
Their expressions froze slightly, as though they had been intimidated.
When experts clashed, victory was decided in milliseconds.
This brief lapse was disastrous, with extremely serious consequences.
In a life-and-death struggle, they had actually been stunned for a full three seconds! How could that be acceptable?
Even a skinny man facing a brawny man frozen for three seconds could kick him in the vital spot and finish him, leaving him completely unable to resist.
Naturally, the Fourth Hall Master would not let such a fine opportunity slip away. He struck out with four palms in rapid succession, every blow landing squarely on his enemies' vital points! One against four, and a complete victory! That was the value of control-type support! With control or without it—the difference was life and death.
"Hahaha, didn't expect this, did you? Today, this old man defeated all four of you old bastards by himself!" the Fourth Hall Master roared with laughter.
But as he laughed, he began to cry. "It's just a pity about my Da Huang. It had been with me for five years!"
"That's impossible. You know sorcery!" Meteor Sword accused from where he lay on the ground.
"Damn it, you really are from the Demon Cult, skilled in the tricks of the Haunted Land!" Butterfly Knife gritted out.
"I didn't kill your dog. I was afraid you'd smell the blood, so I knocked it out and threw it into the woodshed." Star Plucking Hand, however, said something entirely different from the other three.
"Very good. You can live. The others can die!"
Without waiting for the four men to recover