The others also realized something was wrong and scattered in every direction. Seeing everyone pull away from him, the young man suddenly let out a strange cry, raised his iron sword, and charged after the nearest man. That man had not expected an attack from him and failed to dodge in time. The sword struck his shoulder, sending blood spraying. The young man thrust again, this time at his heart, clearly intent on killing him.
Zhao Wusheng was closest to the two. He sprang into the air, drew the saber at his waist, and blocked the young man's path. When his saber clashed with the iron sword, his arm went numb. He had never imagined his opponent possessed such tremendous strength.
The young man's mind was under the Fan Monk's control, filled with murderous intent. His iron sword swept toward Zhao Wusheng like a gale and a driving rain. Their martial arts should have been evenly matched, but Zhao Wusheng was at a disadvantage: his opponent showed no mercy, while he only wanted to stop the young man, not kill him. Thus, once they began fighting, he found himself utterly outmatched.
Seizing his chance, Hu Xiaotian suddenly unleashed a thunderous roar. This was the Soul-Shocking Roar, one of the methods in the Soul-Seizing Manual for breaking a mesmerized state. Visa had taught it to him herself as a precaution, so that if he ever encountered a Soul Controller, he could help free his companions from their influence. He had never expected it to prove useful today.
Hu Xiaotian's internal power was immense. His Soul-Shocking Roar left everyone's ears buzzing. Struck by that shock, the young man suddenly froze where he stood, his iron sword halting halfway through a thrust.
Zhao Wusheng took the opportunity to leap out of the fight.