"Do you dare?!!!"
Ren Woxing's eyes widened. Shocked and enraged, he let out a stern roar as the Purple-Gold Coldmoon Saber in his hand swept up, knocking the Pear Blossom Wrought-Iron Spear aside.
Clang, clang, clang...
Close behind, Gao Hong's Three-Foot Green Edge and Shi Ji's twin daggers attacked from both sides, leaving Ren Woxing flustered and overwhelmed.
Meanwhile, Gao Gong, Luo Sheng, and Yu Wen each engaged one of the Hengxing Gang's remaining three stewards. Though neither side could gain the upper hand for the moment, they had them tied down well enough to prevent them from supporting Ren Woxing.
"Hmm?"
Seeing Jian Shang's move, how could Jie Chen fail to understand his intentions? He cast Bai Chen a complicated glance, tightened his grip on his treasured sword, and shifted slightly, about to make a move. Jian Shang shot Jie Chen a warning glance, turned his spear into a staff, and swept it straight at Ren Woxing's flank. More than ten sharp arrows were aimed at Jie Chen and the Yili Hall members; the moment they joined the battle, they would be besieged from all sides.
This has nothing to do with me. Why wade into this muddy water and invite disaster upon myself?
Jie Chen frowned as he pondered. More importantly, he did not want to die here. After all, once an Otherworlder died, not only would all attributes, status, and even proficiency in every cultivation technique be reduced by one-tenth, but weapons, equipment, and other possessions would all drop as well. It simply was not worth it.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
Within a few breaths, sharp sounds tore through the air as more than ten arrows burst through the windows and main doors, shooting straight at the backs of Ren Woxing and the three remaining Hengxing Gang stewards.