Damn!
Rong Dahao had gone mad.
He had never imagined that because he wanted to fight to the death, Young Master Xu would take a liking to him.
Rong Dahao would rather not have this kind of "appreciation for talent."
I never wanted to keep company with Ghost Beasts in the first place!
"Fuck him up!" Rong Dahao roared. With a sweep of his sleeve, the Masters behind him charged forward in perfect unison.
"Good!"
Xu Xiaoshou nodded approvingly and invited him with a smile. "That's the spirit! You're arrogant, but I like that arrogance of yours even more. Join the Xu Gang, and your talents will be displayed to their fullest!"
Rong Dahao said nothing.
The twenty-eight Masters behind him shot forward in unison. He wanted to see just what this Young Master Xu was capable of! "Come at me!"
Xu Xiaoshou drew Hidden Pain in midair, lavish with his praise, then sheathed his sword with a single stroke.
Rong Dahao: "???"
He froze.
What did that mean? "Did this guy get scared?" Rong Dahao's expression turned from shock to bewilderment.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! All twenty-eight Masters tore through the air.
At that moment, they all felt Young Master Xu's disdain.
This guy did not take them seriously at all.
"Kill!!!"
"Heaven-Swallowing Great Waves!"
"Essence-Devouring Slash!"
"Golden Phoenix Silence Spear!"
"..."
Twenty-eight streaks of light, twenty-eight Master spiritual techniques, manifested in a riot of colors—elemental phantoms, the illusory might of ancient beasts... They surged and slashed in from every direction, targeting the smiling young man standing in the air.
Yet Xu Xiaoshou remained calm and unhurried. "Let the sword aura fly for a while~"
In the prisoner camp, the nine Masters closed their eyes through tears, painful memories flashing through their minds.
They had been just as wild and