"You're the fucking Ging Thief! Get over here and die!
Fuck..."
Ying Ming Hao's face blazed with fury as he cursed nonstop, the staff in his hands raining blows down on Ye Qingxuan.
His attacks were so ferocious that every swing of his staff left distinct afterimages in the air.
Yet despite this vicious beating and the wounds covering his body, Ye Qingxuan showed astonishing backbone, enduring everything without making a sound.
Many disciples watching silently gave him a thumbs-up in admiration. "Well done! Now that's a real man!"
Standing nearby, Jiang Zhiqing watched the bloody, violent scene with her heart pounding in terror, her eyelids involuntarily fluttering.
All she wanted was to turn around and flee this horrifying place immediately, but Yun Qingyi held her firmly, leaving her no way to escape.
Meanwhile, Liu Jingyuan shed his earlier timid, cowardly demeanor and became brave and fearless.
With an agile figure and nimble movements, he fought with broad, sweeping strikes, charging straight into the crowd.
Their side's soaring morale and seamless teamwork, combined with the enemies already being cowed by their imposing presence, gradually forced their numerically superior opponents onto the defensive, leaving them able to do nothing but take a beating.
The male and female disciples who had acted so overbearing earlier had already been beaten to the sandy ground, unable to move.
On top of that, countless large feet trampled them mercilessly, making even moving a finger an extravagant hope.
Even in such desperate straits, the two displayed astonishing stubbornness, clenching their teeth and refusing to make a single sound.
Even Jiang Zhiqing silently gave them a thumbs-up. She had misjudged them after all. Had she known their bones were iron and their spines steel, she would have let them lead the charge earlier, though letting them