Bu Er and Jiang Zhizhou were surrounded by the soldiers once again.
Bu Er looked at them, his lips twitching. "Master Lin, considering all the trouble you took to bring us money, allow me to offer you a word of advice."
He raised his sword and pointed it around the circle. "It couldn't have been easy to bring all these men here. Wouldn't it be a terrible waste to lose them?"
"Why not let them go their separate ways? At least they could keep their lives."
If possible, Bu Er would naturally rather not embark on a slaughter.
"You couldn't escape even if you sprouted wings, yet you still can't stop boasting. Enjoy yourselves."
With that, Master Lin withdrew completely from the encirclement.
Bu Er and Jiang Zhizhou said nothing more and devoted themselves to fighting.
Neither was softhearted to begin with. They had already offered a warning. If these men were rushing to their deaths, they would waste no more words.
In just half an incense stick's time, corpses littered the ground around Bu Er and Jiang Zhizhou.
Yet both men remained spotless, without so much as a trace of blood on them.
The soldiers looked at them as though they were staring at two demons, their eyes filled with terror.
These two could no longer be called human. They were like the Black and White Impermanence spirits walking out of hell, claiming lives with every movement.
In a life-and-death struggle, nothing was more disastrous than shattered morale.
But these men had already had their courage slaughtered out of them by Bu Er and Jiang Zhizhou.
Even if the two stopped attacking, the soldiers no longer had the courage to fight them.
Many laid down their weapons.
Many others cleared a path for them.
And so they saw Master