The soft whip was nearly fifty yards long, and its tip was covered in sharp barbs and hooks. Among all the weapons in the world, only Zhou Zhiruo's White Python Whip Technique could wield such an extraordinary, dragon-and-serpent-like weapon as effortlessly as an arm.
Zhou Zhiruo had been hiding in the shadows, intending to emerge only after the Mongol Empire party had been poisoned. But Lan Fenghuang's identity had been exposed, and seeing her in grave danger, Zhou Zhiruo hurriedly revealed herself to save her.
Seeing his junior brother struggling to cope, Lu Zhangke gave a loud shout and leaped to Zhou Zhiruo's side, thrusting his deer staff at her. Zhou Zhiruo twisted aside to evade it and struck out with her palm. This interruption opened a small gap in her long whip's defense, allowing He Biyuan to break free of its blockade. He circled to her left, forming a pincer attack with Lu Zhangke.
Lan Fenghuang angrily called out, "Xuanming Elders, you are at least renowned figures in the martial world. Ganging up on a young girl—have you no shame?"
He Biyuan answered in a muffled voice, "My brother and I have always advanced and retreated together. We act together against one enemy, and we act together against a hundred enemies."
Lan Fenghuang had not expected him to speak so righteously of such shameless conduct. She trembled with anger. "Where are there a hundred enemies here? You shameless old fool!"
Lu Zhangke greedily swept his gaze over her voluptuous figure and chuckled. "If you cannot stand watching, you can help her. Then it will be two against two."
Lan Fenghuang's expression darkened. She knew that, in terms of martial arts, she was far inferior to them. Rushing in blindly would not help Zhou Zhiruo; it would only hold her