The 3497 Death Warriors Covered the Retreat
Zhou Jin sensed the piercing killing intent behind him, but he did not look back. His feet shifted, his figure swaying as he turned sideways and precisely dodged every hidden weapon. The weapons skimmed past his lapel and sank deep into the mountain rocks behind him, instantly corroding several pitch-black holes into the hard stone.
"You can dodge it once, but you can't dodge it forever."
The president of the Tianyuan Chamber of Commerce suddenly flashed forward. No longer hiding his strength, he personally leaped in to kill.
His cultivation was likewise at the ninth level of Half-Saint. His movement technique was eerie and agile, his speed far beyond Tie Hu's, and when he attacked, he carried a soft, sinister spiritual power utterly different from the fierce, forceful style of ordinary cultivators.
He avoided Zhou Jin and Feng Tie at the front, his target pointed straight at Lin Taichu, the weakest in combat strength.
To capture the bandits, first capture their king. He knew clearly that every arrangement Luofeng City had made had come from Lin Taichu's hands. As long as he seized Lin Taichu, he could hold Feng Tie and Zhou Jin in check. Even if he lost all his men, he could still overturn the situation and reverse the tide.
In the blink of an eye, he had charged right in front of Lin Taichu. His palm wind condensed, cold and sinister, slapping straight toward Lin Taichu's crown.
Everyone outside the battlefield was shocked. Feng Tie wanted to rush back to help, but several mercenaries who were desperately entangling him held him down, leaving him unable to break free for the moment. Zhou Jin was a little too far away; it was already too late to stop him.
Facing this sudden