Feng Tie sent a mercenary flying with one swing of his hammer, but two more immediately filled the gap. Claw Blades raked across his chest, leaving three fresh gashes in his leather armor.
The ten of them worked together seamlessly, taking turns attacking, giving Feng Tie no chance to catch his breath. Though Feng Tie's cultivation was higher than theirs, they had the numbers, and their claw-type Dharma Artifacts specifically countered his fighting style. Every head-on clash left him at a disadvantage.
Lin Taichu blocked two moves, and the wound on his left arm split open. Blood seeped through the cloth strips and dripped onto the ground.
Liu Wenyuan stood at the back, watching the battle, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.
"Feng Tie, I was the one who had your blacksmith shop smashed. I was the one who took your Dharma Artifacts. All your things have already been sold off in the Northern Region. What can you do about it? You can't even beat these ten men, and you still want revenge on me?"
Feng Tie roared, sweeping his hammer across and forcing back the three men in front of him, but that exposed an opening at his back. Two mercenaries pounced from behind, their Claw Blades stabbing toward his heart.
If this strike landed, Feng Tie would be gravely wounded even if he did not die.
Lin Taichu saw it, but he could not get there in time to save him. He himself was being tied down by two men.
Just as the Claw Blades were less than a foot from Feng Tie's back, a black shadow dropped from above Desolate Valley, moving extremely fast, like a stone falling from the sky.
The black shadow landed behind Feng Tie. A black short rod swept in from the