Song Qingshu watched in admiration. As expected of the formidable man who had once dared to raid a Jin army camp of tens of thousands with only a few dozen men. Though he was older now, he still possessed the same bold spirit of going straight for the bandit chief.
The foreign monks under Wang Baobao hurried out to block his path. Xin Qiji charged among them like a dragon plunging into the sea, quickly beating the monks into disarray. Fortunately, Lu Zhangke and He Biyuan came to their senses and rushed back to stop him. Together with the monks' extremely subtle combined attack technique, they barely managed to halt Xin Qiji's advance.
However, there were not many of those foreign monks, and every one of them was wounded. The Xuanming Elders were injured as well. Anyone could see that they would not hold out for long before Xin Qiji broke through.
Wang Baobao had clearly noticed the situation too. He shouted in a deep voice, "Bring them out!"
Before long, his men escorted a group from the Southern Song delegation out. Han Tuozhou, Lu You, Wu Tiande... all of them looked listless, clearly having suffered during these past days.
"Stop right there, all of you, or I won't be polite with them!" Wang Baobao drew his saber and held it to their throats as he angrily shouted at Xin Qiji and the others.
Seeing Han Tuozhou and the others' lives hanging by a thread, Su Shidan, Xin Qiji, Ding Dian, and the rest indeed did not dare make any rash move. They all stopped.
Hundred Damage Daoist, the Sect Master of Vajra Gate, and the others hurried back to protect Wang Baobao.
Song Qingshu, hidden in the shadows, smiled faintly. "Now the real show begins."
Lu Guanying, beside him,