The Old Man Strikes, and a Plan Is Set

"Crack!" A sharp sound rang out.

It was the shrill sound of breaking bones. The young cultivator's sword-wielding arm was severed in one slash.

He was sent flying, and a deep gash was cut across his chest.

Yet Feng Hao narrowed his eyes and didn't stop. He continued chasing after him, intent on killing him.

So far, his counterattacks hadn't seemed particularly fierce, as if he hadn't been giving it his all.

Although he struggled to deal with the young cultivator's attacks, he had been quietly gaining the upper hand.

Because Wang Xian was behind him.

"What are you looking at...? I'm about to die!"

"Holy crap, this kid's fierce! Everyone, get in there!"

"Clang, clang, clang!"

In the ensuing chaos, a chorus of clanging rang out as dozens of cultivators finally drew their swords.

There was no reasoning with them. They had watched their companion spray blood and lose an arm.

Almost every cultivator was set ablaze with fury in that instant.

Sa Tongtian asked Wang Xian, "Should I step in?"

Wang Xian shook his head. "Wait a little longer."

Feng Hao looked at the enemies before him, seeming quite excited.

Though his slight frame looked utterly outmatched in front of dozens of cultivators,

his gaze remained as cold as ice, and he showed no sign of retreating.

He roared, "Wang Xian, let me teach them a lesson first..."

Before he could finish, his sword flashed like lightning, carrying a fierce killing intent as it shot toward a middle-aged man charging at him.

The middle-aged man drew his sword in an instant and slashed straight at Feng Hao without a word.

In the blink of an eye, a chaotic battle erupted before them.

It was no less savage than Wang Xian's fight against the Qingyi Tower assassins, and no