"Night Owl" Yang Leng, "Soul Seizer" Jie Fu, and "Soul Snatcher Tai Sui" Du Mu were Shan Yuru's fellow disciples. Each had once been a towering figure of the demonic sects and had competed for the position of Cult Master of the Heavenly Mandate Cult. Even in defeat to Shan Yuru, they had only fallen short by the narrowest margin.
Under normal circumstances, mindful of their status, they would not have had the nerve to gang up on a weaker opponent. But this time, Ariq Böke had given them a death order: they had to complete their mission. Moreover, this mysterious man had appeared out of nowhere. Unable to gauge his true strength, they did not dare let down their guard.
The crowd saw only a flash of golden light before the three men had already attacked Song Qingshu. Yang Leng's weapon was a steel mace about three feet long, its surface gleaming with gold. He excelled at using reflected light to obscure his enemies' vision. By the time they reacted, they had already lost the initiative. Countless experts no weaker than him had suffered at its hands.
"Watch out!" Princess Xiu cried in alarm. Shan Yuru and the others were glaring hungrily from the side, and she had to hold them in check, leaving her unable to lend a hand. She could only warn him aloud. Yet the instant she spoke, she realized in astonishment that her mother had called out at the same time. The two exchanged a glance, their cheeks both growing warm.
Song Qingshu nodded to the two women in thanks. Yet the smile on his lips made them extremely uneasy, and their gazes turned evasive. Still worried for his safety, they continued watching the battle intently.
Wanyan Chongjie curled her lips. "In the middle of