This time, Wu Cang did not charge at the Sword Pavilion's men. Instead, he turned and went for the four from the Heavenly Evil Sect.
"What?" Sima Yang froze for a moment. He had not expected Wu Cang to choose their side.
Although they had one fewer man than the Sword Pavilion's side, Yuan Ren and Meng He were both injured, and the remaining three, Fajiang and the others, were still inferior to their Heavenly Evil Sect in overall strength.
After all, the four of them belonged to the same faction, giving them an advantage over the others.
If Wu Cang had any sense, he could not possibly choose their side.
"Surprised?" Wu Cang's cold voice rang out. "Because you're afraid of death, you're nothing to worry about! Hahaha!"
"Afraid of death? You dare insult us? I'll show you whether I, Sima Yang, am afraid of death!" Sima Yang roared and moved to meet Wu Cang.
Pulling Huang Xiao along, Wu Cang charged straight at them.
The Entering Dao Realm-grade Imitation Saber in his hand hummed and trembled, resonating with Wu Cang.
With his Pitch-Black Demon Eyes now fully activated, Wu Cang's strength had barely reached the Entering Dao Realm, and internal power of this level was more or less enough to unleash the Imitation Saber's full might.
There was the oppressive aura Wu Cang exuded after using Forbidden Art Power Boost, coupled with the soul-shaking presence of the Imitation Saber in his hand.
As Sima Yang and the other three charged forward, doubts still stirred in their hearts.
But there were four of them, after all. They had no reason to be frightened off like this.
Wu Cang was not truly in the Entering Dao Realm, after all. Otherwise, they would never have entertained any thought of resisting.
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