"Old Zhao!!!"
Seeing that Zhao Wuji truly intended to kill, Flender moved to step forward and stop him.
"Flender, get the hell out of my way! This isn't over today. If you dare interfere, I'll beat you up too!"
Having activated her Martial Soul Avatar, Liu Erlong struggled to fend off Zhao Wuji's claw strikes. She used every means at her disposal, but the current Zhao Wuji was far stronger than her. Though she was a Soul Saint, she had no power to fight back against a Soul Douluo like him.
Flender was sweating profusely. In the end, he still could not bear to watch Liu Erlong and Yu Xiaogang die before his eyes. But just as he was about to intervene, a massive black chess piece blocked his path. Flender turned his head and saw that his sworn brothers and students were all watching him with grim expressions.
"Boss, don't get involved in this. Go to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. That kid Sanjia is still waiting for you to bring reinforcements!"
Lu Xingbin spoke in a deep voice. Every pair of eyes fixed on Flender conveyed the same meaning.
"Old Lu, Old Li, you..."
He looked around, yet did not see a single person standing on his side. In the end, Flender placed his last hope on Tang San. Yu Xiaogang was, after all, Tang San's teacher. As his student, Tang San could not possibly watch his teacher die before him, could he?
Yet in response to Flender's call, Tang San suddenly turned his head away, pretending not to hear.
Flender was completely out of options. On the other side, Liu Erlong struggled bitterly beneath Zhao Wuji's fierce assault. One of her arms hung limply at her side, clearly already broken.
"You people! Sigh!"
Flender gave up.