"Do you need me to teach you how to make them stop?" A hoarse voice sounded from behind the short, stout man.
"Stop! All of you, stop for me!" The short, stout man immediately realized what had happened. The family had found reinforcements. Although his opponent had attacked him from behind, being able to place a sword against his neck in the blink of an eye while also blocking his Earthpiercer Thorn clearly meant that the opponent possessed a Dan-Origin magical weapon and was even stronger than him. With his life now in someone else's hands, the short, stout man panicked and hurriedly barked at his subordinates.
The men turned around and were instantly startled. Only then did they discover that the powerful young clan head had fallen into someone else's hands. The young master had received the clan head's personal instruction. Although the other man had attacked from ambush, the young master had still been unable to withstand even a single exchange. Just moments ago, they had been chasing their opponents, yet now he had fallen into someone else's hands. The reversal was simply too great.
The bald old man and his family also came to their senses. Seeing an unfamiliar man in black with a gloomy aura, they racked their brains but could not remember ever knowing anyone like him. They were neither relatives nor friends, so why had he helped them at a time like this?
The bald old man forced himself to endure his injuries and was just about to speak when the man in black directly struck the short, stout man in the back of the heart with a palm.
The short, stout man felt as if his heart had been torn apart. His vision went black, and he fainted.
"Kill him!" When the six