Inside the old residence to the west, several people's furious shouts rose and fell amid the sounds of fighting.
"Jin Nanshan, your Jin Family is doomed today. Hand over the treasure, and I'll leave your corpse intact!"
A middle-aged man who also had a blood wolf tattooed on his arm wore a sinister expression. Blood dripped steadily from the crescent-shaped short saber in his hand.
As the Left Guardian of the Blood Wolf Sect, Dai Ting had killed countless members of the Jin Family today.
Steward Zhou supported Master Jin, whose real name was Jin Nanshan, as Dai Ting had called him.
"Master Jin, hurry and leave. We'll hold them off."
Master Jin's face was deathly pale. He gripped a longsword in his right hand and pressed his left against his abdomen, blood continually seeping between his fingers.
His old wound had torn open again in the battle just now.
"It's no use." Master Jin drew a deep breath. The tearing pain in his abdomen made him sway, but fortunately, Steward Zhou reacted quickly and caught him.
"I've already contacted Mr. Lin. I just didn't expect the Blood Wolf Sect to strike so quickly... I don't know whether Mr. Lin can arrive in time," Steward Zhou said worriedly, supporting Master Jin with both hands.
More and more Ferocious Beasts gradually came running over.
The members of the Blood Wolf Sect seemed to have applied some kind of fragrance to their bodies, allowing them to avoid the Ferocious Beasts' attacks entirely.
The situation was dire.
Master Jin seemed certain that he would not escape his fate today. "I've had my days of glory in this life. It's a shame I've dragged you all into this."
"If it hadn't been for you back then, Master Jin, I, Old Zhou, would've died during