Zhao Min, perched in a tree not far away, let out a cry. She had been watching with barely concealed delight, but now she could not help worrying. After all, she had seen these monks' martial arts before; quite a few experts under Prince Ruyang's Mansion had crossed paths with them.
"Can he handle so many experts alone? Will he be in danger?" Zhao Min's heart leaped into her throat. But she soon recalled how, in that ruined temple, he had wielded a single sword and slaughtered more than a dozen of Hero's Island's top experts in what had seemed like a miracle. She gradually calmed down again.
"But those damned monks are all veterans who have roamed the martial world for decades. Those quickly trained experts from Hero's Island were nowhere near them in combat experience." Remembering Song Qingshu's assessment of Hero's Island's top experts, Zhao Min became conflicted again.
Meanwhile, Xiao Yuanshan was equally shocked. "Feng'er, your friend's martial arts are truly astonishing. He is actually holding off the attacks of four super experts by himself."
Xiao Feng gave a bitter smile. "Father, hurry and help him. If anything happens to him, how could we ever live with ourselves?"
"Don't worry. We Khitan people stand tall beneath Heaven and Earth; how could we let our friend take risks alone?" Xiao Yuanshan patted his shoulder and laughed loudly. "Little brother, I'm coming to help you!"
With that, he swung his long whip toward the battlefield. Unlike the Shaolin disciples whose cultivation was insufficient, he was qualified to join such a battle. Yet the field was now a chaotic melee, the power of five great experts raging everywhere. He did not dare charge in recklessly, so he merely sent his whip coiling from afar toward Xuan Ci, trying to drag