"Hahaha, I won't survive, but a few of you will have to stay behind with me!" Wu Cang slowly drew the Imitation Saber at his waist. Blood stained its blade, still wet and dripping steadily.
The six people here also bore quite a few wounds. Naturally, the blood on Wu Cang's Imitation Saber had come from them.
Earlier, Sima Yang and the others, fourteen in all, had surrounded and attacked Wu Cang together, making it difficult for him to kill any one of them. He could only trade wounds for wounds. Unfortunately, Wu Cang was alone, after all, and his Forbidden Art was almost at its limit. Seizing his last chance, he had fled, hoping to draw these people away.
But the other side had not entirely taken the bait. They had split into two groups.
Thus, Wu Cang could only hope that Huang Xiao would meet Hall Master Wei in time, and that Hall Master Wei had truly come in person.
Huang Xiao had also stopped running by now, because they knew they could no longer escape.
He, too, drew the saber at his waist. It was just a saber Huang Xiao had casually chosen for his disguise.
"Stand back. At least they won't take your life yet, and you can't hurt them!" Sensing that Huang Xiao intended to fight to the death, Wu Cang spoke calmly.
"One more person means one more measure of strength!" Huang Xiao said without backing down.
"Very well!" Wu Cang smiled faintly. "Normally, if another Demon Hall disciple knew a secret like this, once I was certain you couldn't return to the Demon Hall, I would kill you before I died."
"What?" Huang Xiao exclaimed.
But he quickly understood. Wu Cang was right.
If they could not obtain such a secret themselves, they