"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding."
Tang San raised his hands, wearing an awkward expression.
In this situation, he had no choice but to admit defeat.
Xiao Wu's cultivation was above his.
Rumor had it that she was already a Soul Emperor, perhaps even a Soul Saint.
Fight Xiao Wu?
Even if he had a few people helping him, they still would not be enough for her to beat up.
And Zhu Zhuqing and the other two were not weak either.
Once a fight broke out, they would undoubtedly lose.
"A misunderstanding? You followed us all the way here. I don't think that was any misunderstanding."
Hu Liena sauntered over with seductive steps, a treasured sword in her hand.
The tip of the sword scraped across the ground, producing a piercing screech.
The next instant, she kicked off the ground and transformed into a crimson streak of light as she charged forward.
"What are you doing? We're Fourth Prince Xue Beng's men, you—"
A Soul Master on the other side was so terrified that his hair stood on end, and he blurted it out.
"Nonsense! You are clearly ill-intentioned thieves!"
Hu Liena's lips curled slightly. With a turn of her longsword, the Soul Master was beheaded.
After killing one man, Hu Liena pushed off with her foot. As she turned, her sword swept across the throats of several other Soul Masters.
The entire sequence flowed as smoothly as clouds and running water, without the slightest delay.
The five Soul Masters were killed, their eyes still wide open when they fell.
Only Tang San remained.
Surrounded by four girls, Tang San felt no joy at all.
Their gazes were cold, as if he were already a dead man.
I'll die!
If I don't run, I really will die!
Without any hesitation, he used Ghost Shadow