Charging in to kill at a single command was no game. It meant staking your life, and usually depended on who gave the order. People would not obey just anyone.
Before this, could a Wandering Rosy Clouds Mountain Disciple possibly have ordered everyone around? Even if he was Mulan Qingqing's fiancé, they would have hesitated and weighed their options.
But now, several thousand people were facing thirty-odd opponents-almost a hundred against one. Those few dozen looked rather cowardly, too. What they had said was practically a plea for mercy.
There was no need to sour relations with Mulan Qingqing's fiancé over this.
And so, the leaders of the two columns called out in succession, "Kill!"
More than seven hundred people from the two columns instantly leaped over everyone's heads and descended on the encircled group. It felt less like they meant to beat their enemies to death than crush them beneath a rain of bodies.
Shi Chun and Wu Jinliang jumped in as well. Their eyes immediately found the man in black with the headscarf mentioned in Xiang Lan'er's message, and they noticed the bundle he had dropped. Neither reacted; they simply watched.
The fighting erupted abruptly and ended just as quickly. A few desperately lunged out, but could not get past the encirclement. There were too many people surrounding them. When a whole crowd jumped up to intercept them, how many could they break through? They were soon swatted to the ground like flies.
"We're on your side! Your side..." someone shrieked.
There were too many people for anyone to remember every face, and their clothing was too varied. With figures flashing about, misunderstandings came easily.
In any case, the long-distance assault ended in barely a moment. Many stood exactly where they had been without moving, exchanging glances. Someone