However, they seemed to have somewhat underestimated Yang Zhengshan.
Assassins were supposed to strive for a single killing blow.
The assassination just now had already failed. At this point, they should have fled a thousand li away, not continued surrounding and attacking Yang Zhengshan.
With their strength, if they wanted to fight Yang Zhengshan head-on, they were still far from enough.
His long spear danced. Yang Zhengshan advanced instead of retreating, pressing forward with overwhelming force and forcing the three of them back again and again.
Suddenly, he unleashed Venomous Snake Spits Tongue. The spearpoint went straight for Poison Bee's throat, and before the three could react, Yang Zhengshan's spear had already pierced through Poison Bee's throat.
Having succeeded with one strike, Yang Zhengshan pressed his advantage without mercy. His towering figure was like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, grand and majestic as he forced Shadow Bat and Partridge back again and again.
Seeing them locked in battle, the nearby Mystic Ice Sword, Lu Ke, could no longer hold himself back. With a clang, his long sword left its sheath, the blade flashing over like lightning.
"Good timing!" Yang Zhengshan was not angry but delighted.
One long spear danced so tightly not even water could splash through, not even wind could blow past.
No matter how sharp Lu Ke's sword was, it could not get within ten feet of Yang Zhengshan.
In the distance, Ye Changkai and Xiang Qiaohe saw this, and solemn expressions appeared on their faces.
"As expected, the heroes under heaven cannot be looked down on! General Yang's strength is even thirty percent greater than this old man expected!"
Xiang Qiaohe's eyes burned like torches as he said, "So what? Today he will die beyond all doubt!"
"What a pity!" Ye Changkai sighed with some regret.