"So you were hiding here, Zhou Xi and Sun Yao! Stop hiding and come out to die!"
Hearing the taunts echoing through the valley, Zhou Xi and Sun Yao widened their eyes, despair showing on their faces.
"Uncle Xi, stop worrying about me and go! As long as you can hold out until Qing Luo arrives, there's nothing they can do to you!" Sun Yao urged Zhou Xi. "I'm already at the end of my rope. I'm seriously wounded, and the spiritual power in my body is completely exhausted. Taking me with you would only make me a burden."
"Go, Uncle Xi. Hurry! The eighteen of us came out together, but now only the two of us remain. If one of us can survive, that's one more survivor!"
Zhou Xi's face darkened as he stared at the more than twenty Dao Realm martial artists in the valley. His fists were clenched so tightly that his face flushed red with fury. He turned to Sun Yao again and said, "Sun Yao, I told you before that I serve Qing Luo as my master. You are half my mistress. How could I abandon my master and flee?"
"As long as I, Zhou Xi, am not dead today, they can forget about taking your life!"
"Stay hidden in the cave. I'll draw them away!"
Zhou Xi immediately had Sun Yao conceal herself. Then he found a wooden pole as thick as a man from a nearby part of the valley, asked Sun Yao for a woman's garment, stained it with blood, wrapped it around the pole, and strapped it to his back, making it look like a human figure.
The next moment, Zhou Xi charged out with the wooden pole on his back. He struck several blows through the air, trying to tear