Ling Yunfeng was very unhappy that Shi Feiyang wanted to drive them out too. "We're not trying to take your sword. We only want to stay and watch. If anything goes wrong on your end, we can lend a hand."
"No. You're leaving too. All of you!" Shi Feiyang only wanted to keep Zhao Xinyuan inside the array; everyone else had to go.
Ling Yunfeng snorted and said no more. She left the steps with Dai Xiangying, followed by Dai Hengyu and Xu Chao, who supported Yu Yunzhong between them.
Shi Feiyang saw that even the bones in Yu Yunzhong's chest had been cut through, and he was bleeding nonstop. Ling Yunfeng and Bai Qi both had wound medicine of fairly good quality, and they had already stopped the bleeding, but moving him had made it gush out again.
He took out a box of medicinal salve. "Take this and spread it over his wounds. Align the flesh and bones and seal them together."
Bai Qi also had many wounds on his body. He asked, "Let me stay here, so Brother Zhenchuan and I can look out for each other."
"No need. You're leaving too. Hurry." Shi Feiyang drove them out without mercy.
Soon, fewer than a third of the people remained on the summit. When he reached a dark-skinned young man with thin lips and a hooked nose, the young man stood his ground. "You mean to drive me out too?"
Shi Feiyang said, "What makes you so special?"
The young man curled his lip and declared arrogantly, "I am Divine-Hand Green Eagle Xu Yue. My master is a Sword Immortal—the Eight-Armed Demon King Qiu Ling of the Eight Demons of Xichuan."
He pointed into the distance, where eight men stood beneath a pine tree, arrogance written across their