"Wow..."
Tang Xia was sent flying a hundred meters by a palm strike from Huang Qingyun, and blood shot from his throat like an arrow.
"Damn it!"
Tang Xia's face was pale as he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his gaze turning cold as he looked at Lin Bai and Huang Qingyun.
"Although the Wolf Marquis is severely wounded and his strength has greatly diminished, he is still extremely troublesome as he harasses from the sidelines and assists Huang Qingyun in her attacks."
"His flying swords, his precious sword, and that enormous sword have all placed immense pressure on me."
"If I ignore him, I'm afraid he'll severely injure me. But if I focus all my strength on defense, Huang Qingyun will seize the opening and attack!"
"And yet, both of them are incredibly powerful, with astonishingly deep foundations!"
"What a headache!"
Tang Xia's gaze was as sharp as a torch, brilliant light flowing through his eyes as he racked his brains. "If this continues, I definitely won't be able to hold out for long!"
"What should I do?"
Just as Tang Xia was at his wits' end, bitterly pondering a countermeasure, voices suddenly came from the distant wind and snow.
"Saint Son Tang Xia, don't panic! We're here!"
Hearing the voice, Tang Xia turned his head and saw several people break through the wind and snow and rush to the mountaintop, shielding him behind them.
"Martial artists from the Northern Region are here..." Seeing them, Tang Xia's face lit up, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Although these people were not disciples of the Northern Region's Flourishing Sects, they were still disciples of top sects, and their strength and methods were far from ordinary.
Moreover, they only needed to hold Lin Bai and