Dongfang Jian and Nalan Fengyun moved in an instant.
Taking advantage of the moment when Wang Xian sent the black-clad man flying, they drifted over to the sand pit and stood quietly between the enormous pit and Wang Xian, waiting for their companions to arrive.
A violent killing intent swept over them.
Wang Xian, standing by the lake, swayed for a moment. The twelve people who had suddenly appeared were all seething with resentment.
Not to mention the thick killing intent radiating from them. Every one of them was eager to kill the youth standing by the lake at once.
When Wang Xian saw Liu Xiaoxiao's delicate face flushed red with anger, he suddenly laughed.
He reached out and plucked the sword. The black sword rang out with a clear cry.
He muttered, "You'd better think this through. I just cut down two fools who didn't know when to stop. I won't mind killing a few more in the heat of the moment!"
Liu Xiaoxiao froze and instantly restrained her urge to dart across the sand pit.
The spiritual power that was about to erupt also subsided in an instant. She turned her head and glanced at Hua Ruyu and Chen Xiaoyu.
The anger on both women's faces was even greater than hers, and they were on the verge of losing control.
Thus, she simply stood at the edge of the sand pit. Recalling the brutality of the previous battle, she began laughing as well.
Narrowing her eyes, she glared at Wang Xian and shouted, "There are twelve of us."
The meaning was plain enough. Even though they had been defeated once before, nearly being wiped out by Wang Xian,
their cultivation had only fallen by one level. They were still alive, and their momentum had not weakened in the