"If anyone tries to escape, beat them to death!"
Yun Zimo whispered from his hiding place. Behind him, Zi Yan, Lin Xiuya, Liu Qing, and the Three Beast Emperors all stared at the tangled battle below, waiting for someone from the Black Alliance to lose their nerve and flee.
Before they set out, Yun Zimo and Su Qian had already agreed on their plan. The senior members of Jia Nan Academy would engage the Black Alliance's top experts, while Ren Xia led the Nine Halls of Jiu Ling to intercept the Black Alliance's lower and middle ranks. Yun Zimo and the others would stay hidden, ready to step in if anything went wrong. After all, there was no talk of fairness or honor in the Black-Corner Region!
Just as Yun Zimo quietly extended his soul power to scout the area, Xiao Yan and Han Feng finally faced off.
High in the air, Dou Qi surged across the battlefield, ripples of energy rolling everywhere.
Yet Xiao Yan and Han Feng floated face-to-face, more than ten meters apart. Their equally calm expressions made the scene seem all the more bizarre.
"What? Little Junior Brother, still not letting Teacher lend you his power?"
Han Feng spoke first, breaking the strange silence.
"With your strength as a One-Star Dou Emperor, you still..."
Before Han Feng could finish, Xiao Yan vanished.
"Borrow his power?"
Xiao Yan whipped out a kick. Han Feng raised an arm to block it, but was sent flying backward.
"Cleaning house doesn't require the old man to lift a finger!"
"Boom!"
Han Feng crashed through a small building. He had only just gotten up and brushed at the nonexistent dust on his alchemist's robe when Xiao Yan slammed an elbow into his chest.
Han Feng flew backward again, skidding along the