"Good, they're gone. Good!"
Yu Shangwu watched Feng Jitong and the others disappear into the distance and let out a long sigh of relief.
Indeed, if Feng Jitong had stayed any longer, given Jiang Xiaobai's act-first temperament, he might really have ordered them to open fire!
Watching them hurry away, Jiang Xiaobai's lips curled up slightly as well.
That old man was lucky he ran fast enough!
Still smiling, Jiang Xiaobai raised his head and looked ahead, only to frown.
Fu Yuanzong and the others, who had been there just moments ago, had all vanished.
Jiang Xiaobai rubbed his forehead and sighed softly.
The Hidden Edge Sect's Heavenly Elder could have come at any other time, yet he had chosen this exact moment to stick his oar in.
Otherwise, with another two rounds of bombardment, not a single one of those people would have escaped.
Still, Jiang Xiaobai soon put it out of his mind.
Those two volleys must have inflicted considerable casualties.
Of the dozen or so people from the Western Desert, probably only three or four were still breathing.
As for the three from the Free-and-Easy Sword School who had arrived later, even one escaping alive would count as extraordinary luck.
By that reckoning, he had hardly lost out!
Jiang Xiaobai withdrew his gaze and turned his attention to Pang Guanming and the others.
Their expressions tightened under his gaze. Before Jiang Xiaobai could speak, Pang Guanming and the others raised their swords of their own accord.
The other four disciples exchanged glances, then could only steel themselves, draw their swords, and step forward.
The clang of clashing blades soon rang out again.
The five traded blows, each one seething with frustration.
The humiliation was, of course, unbearable!
But the fate of those Western Desert men lay right