Su Xin's single sword strike heavily wounded Xiao Tian'ao, and that gave the others an opening. Meng Po and the rest attacked in succession, every move aimed at taking Xiao Tian'ao's life.
Su Xin frowned at the sight and suddenly said, "Avoid his edge for now!"
His instincts told him that Xiao Tian'ao still had an ace up his sleeve. Continuing to attack now would be exceedingly dangerous.
The current Xiao Tian'ao was different from Mogo, whom Su Xin had slain before. Mogo had been severely wounded at the time, and much of his combat strength had already been weakened.
Xiao Tian'ao, meanwhile, was old and frail, seeming as though he might die of old age at any moment, yet he still retained a portion of his fighting strength.
Although Su Xin was far stronger now than when he had killed Mogo, and those joining forces with him were stronger as well, the difficulty of this battle was no less than that time.
Upon hearing Su Xin's words, those who had just been ruthlessly attacking Xiao Tian'ao withdrew their hands. And indeed, something was clearly wrong with Xiao Tian'ao's condition.
As time passed, the last burst of vitality brought about by the Xiao Family's secret art had been exhausted. It could be said that his lifespan had truly reached its end.
In the mere span of several dozen exchanges, Xiao Tian'ao's hair had already turned completely gray-white, so brittle that even a gust of wind might scatter it.
His features had also grown profoundly aged, carrying even an air of deathly decay. He looked utterly terrifying.
Previously, Xiao Tian'ao had not been able to sense the passage of his lifespan, but now, every movement made him feel as though he were on the verge of being laid in his coffin.