The thing was, three of them had joined forces earlier and still ended up like this.
Two had lost an arm, and one had both arms crippled.
Now only two of them were left.
What could the two of them do?
Charge in and get themselves killed?
Their two companions were still screaming as they were finally helped aside. Clutching their severed arms, they were pale as paper, cold sweat pouring down their foreheads.
It mingled with the snow on their faces; no one could tell whether it was sweat, snow, or tears.
One of them—the man who had lost both arms—had passed out by now.
His body hung limply against his companion, blood still flowing from the stumps and staining half his body red.
The other, the tall man who had lost his right arm, had not fainted, but he was close. His eyes were unfocused, and he kept muttering something, as though he had already lost his mind.
After a long silence, Xuanyuan Que, their leader, finally moved.
Under Ye Honglian's watchful gaze, he took a step forward.
It was a light step, so quiet it made almost no sound. Yet in the two black-clad men's ears, it rang like thunder.
They jolted and instinctively stumbled half a step backward before coming to their senses—
That was their leader. Their boss. Xuanyuan Que, Xuanyuan Que of Sunset City, whom they had followed for years.
With him here, what did they have to fear?
And yet their hearts still refused to settle.
Because Xuanyuan Que paid them no heed.
As everyone watched, Xuanyuan Que simply took another step forward, his gaze still fixed on Wang Xian.
Then he spoke.
"Stand down."
His voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable authority.
The two black-clad men looked as though