Yang Zhao surveyed the courtyard with his divine sense from a considerable distance.
That Xiang Yu had clearly suffered cultivation deviation and been gravely injured. Otherwise, he probably would have fled long ago.
There were also a few idiots standing in the courtyard. Judging by their cultivation realms, they were all weaklings and posed no threat whatsoever.
He couldn't help finding it amusing. Was this brotherly loyalty?
How adorably naive!
One of his disciples charged ahead, kicked open the courtyard gate, and sneered at the people inside. "These sorry-looking rejects actually warrant a visit from yours truly?"
"Hey, brat, get on your knees right..."
Before he could finish, Liu Ji lunged forward and drove his sword through his heart. Slowly drawing out the Precious Sword, he sneered. "If you want to fight, fight. What's with all the yapping?"
"Get them!" Seeing this, the disciples behind him swarmed into the courtyard.
Yang Zhao stood at the rear without moving. If the boss had to handle everything, what was the point of taking in lackeys?
Even a fierce tiger couldn't withstand a pack of wolves. Soon, Liu Ji and the others were all wounded, but they held the courtyard entrance, fighting to the death without retreating.
A streak of sword light suddenly shot straight toward Liu Ji's head. Shocked, Liu Ji had no time to react. He closed his eyes and waited for death.
At that critical moment, an Overlord Spear flew out from behind him with such force that it pierced through seven Bright Moon Sect disciples before losing its momentum.
"What?" Beneath everyone's disbelieving gazes, Xiang Yu stood up.
He slowly walked forward from the rear and stared coldly at the Bright Moon Sect disciples.
Seeing the wounds on his brothers, Xiang Yu rushed forward and killed every Bright Moon