Bu Er and Yang Qing were completely enveloped by the sword shadows filling the sky.
In an instant, murderous intent surged!
Yang Qing was merely a scholar, with no internal energy to protect him. Although he had taken an Essence Guarding Pill beforehand, his face was still white as paper, and a faint taste of blood rose in his throat.
Bu Er stood in front of Yang Qing, blocking most of that murderous intent, but he could not hide his anxiety.
"Young master, this man means to kill us. I'll hold him off. Leave as soon as you find an opening. Don't linger!"
At the thought of those men unleashing killing moves one after another, a ruthless resolve rose in Bu Er's heart.
If we escape this time, I'll strike straight at the dragon's lair!
He already understood that, if he were alone, he might be able to stake his life on a desperate fight. But Yang Qing was behind him. Even if he died, he had to keep the man behind him safe.
That left Bu Er with more misgivings whenever he attacked.
Yang Qing understood that distraction was the greatest danger in a clash between experts. Seeing Bu Er's whole body tense like an arrow poised to fly, an air of grim resolve about him, he said softly, "Bu Er, when facing an enemy in battle, hesitation is your greatest foe."
If there was a chance to live, they had to stake their lives on the fight.
If there was none, what did death matter?
Hearing Yang Qing's calm voice, Bu Er suddenly felt his turbulent emotions settle.
Indeed, what they faced now left them nine chances of death and only one of survival.
But it was not a completely hopeless situation!
Bu Er pressed his lips together,