None of You Are Leaving

At that moment, behind Chen Wang, Liu Ying covered Lu An's eyes, while Lu Qing bit her lip as tears silently slid down her face.

You Tai and the other disciples of Withered Wood Fist Hall all had bloodshot eyes. Struggling to their feet, they were prepared to live and die with their sect.

"Damn it, fight them! Even if we die, we have to take a few of them with us!"

"Protect Master! Protect our families!"

These disciples had already prepared themselves to die.

Boom!!

Just then, Lu Yuan took several strides forward, stepped on the wall, and descended as though falling from the heavens.

He landed between the two groups.

He shielded Chen Wang and the people of Withered Wood Fist Hall behind him.

Lu Yuan's clothes were stained with the dust of battle, and he carried a rust-covered long saber in his hand.

"Xiao Yuan!!"

"Brother..."

At the entrance to the residence, Liu Ying, Lu Qing, and Lu An called out at once, their voices filled with surprise and sobs.

Chen Wang's gaze sharpened as he stared at the figure before him in disbelief.

"You little brat, why did you come? Is this something you can meddle in?"

Chen Wang was delighted at first, but his expression soon turned solemn as he rebuked him.

"This disciple came late. Leave this place to me!"

Lu Yuan's gaze swept over Zhou Ding, Tu Zhenyue, and the others, calm and unruffled.

Yet his words made the men from Mountain-Calming Martial Hall and the Profound Wind Gang burst into laughter.

"Lu Yuan, you're merely a disciple of Withered Wood Fist Hall. Are you so afraid of dying that you came here to throw your life away?"

Tu Zhenyue shook his head.

Even Chen Wang could not handle the situation before them,