Mo Han took the chance to put away Chu Lan Red Tears. But she was already injured, and now that her mana had been greatly depleted, she could not even keep her footing in the air or stabilize her Escape Light.
Yan Chihuo pulled her into his arms. Mo Han said, "Those three Cultivators are human pets of the East Sea Dragon Palace. You must not let them go."
Yan Chihuo said, "Don't worry. Watch me teach them a lesson and vent your anger for you."
The three Cultivators had originally intended to retreat, but hearing this, they flew into a rage. In their sword battle just now, the three of them had only been slightly at a disadvantage. But Mo Han was wounded and had lost the ability to fight again, while their opponent also had to look after her. By that reckoning, it would already be good enough if he could protect himself—yet he actually wanted to teach the three of them a lesson?
Mo Han said, "If you let even one of these three go, I'll never forgive you."
One of the Cultivators opposite them sneered. "Aren't you afraid your big words will bite your tongue? I'd like to see just how you plan to keep the three of us here."
Yan Chihuo chuckled. With a shake of his shoulders, he transformed into Three Heads and Six Arms. One hand held Mo Han tightly against him, while the Seven Absolutes Cold Mist Sword transformed into a radiant canopy and crashed toward the three men.
When Yan Chihuo had fought swords with the three earlier, his swordsmanship had been incomparably swift and able to slip through every opening, already leaving them deeply bewildered. Yet this strike seemed even stranger to them. How could one person's swordsmanship possess so