Old Jack, Dead?

A man in a crane-feather cloak emerged, his horse trampling across the elephant-hide banquet mats.

The clip-clop of hooves drew nearer, sounding as though they were pounding against their hearts, stirring fear in every listener.

Even Yang Ming had to admit that if he were forced to face nearly two hundred Spirit Masters and Soul Grandmasters at once, he would likely stand little chance of winning!

Not to mention, who knew whether there were even stronger enemies among these Black Knights?

Now that his Soul Power had increased, Yang Ming could use the Green Lotus Core Flame twice before exhausting all his Soul Power.

As for the soul skill Flame Demon Form, its duration had increased from three seconds to five.

However, these were all ultimate moves to be used only as a last resort. He absolutely could not waste them under normal circumstances.

Yang Ming exchanged glances with Tang San and Xiao Wu. In that instant, their eyes communicated soundlessly. After nearly a year together, the three had long developed a certain tacit understanding. From the slightest changes in one another's expressions, they could vaguely guess each other's thoughts.

The three of them spoke in low voices almost in unison:

"Retreat!"

Their unspoken understanding brought faint smiles to their faces. There was no impurity in them, only the pure affection of family.

Yang Ming took the lead in charging forward. Worried for his grandfather Old Jack's safety, he led Tang San and Xiao Wu toward the village chief's house as they broke through the Black Knights' blockade.

Seeing three black horses blocking the way ahead, the Black Knights on their saddles erupted with fierce Soul Power fluctuations. The Three-Tomoe in Yang Ming's eyes spun coldly, gleaming with a chilling light.

"Don't block my way!"

Yang Ming slashed backward with