"Madmen! The Hidden Demon Guard are all madmen!" That was all Fan Rong could think.
He regretted it now. He regretted provoking Wu Cang.
Those thoughts ran through Fan Rong's mind, but he dared not hesitate with his hands. Ignoring the severe damage to the meridians in both hands, he reached to his waist with his right hand, drew the Imitation Saber, and slashed fiercely at Wu Cang.
Wu Cang moved his feet, swiftly flashed aside, then pointed a finger at Fan Rong's wrist.
Fan Rong had no time at all to pull back his saber strike. The blast of finger force pierced straight through his wrist, leaving a bloody hole and blood streaming down.
With a clang, the Imitation Saber fell to the ground. Fan Rong could no longer spare it any attention and retreated at speed.
"Stop him!" Fan Rong swiftly withdrew into the group of disciples behind him.
A trace of hesitation appeared on all their faces. The man before them was an Enlightenment Realm expert. How could they possibly be his match?
"Go!" Fan Rong reached out, seized a Void Martial Realm disciple, and hurled him toward Wu Cang.
After grabbing one, he immediately grabbed a second. In moments, Fan Rong had thrown three Void Martial Realm disciples at Wu Cang. Once he had thrown those three, the disciples beside him scattered, no longer daring to approach him.
Wu Cang showed no mercy. He killed all three with a single palm strike, without giving them even a chance to struggle.
The three Void Martial Realm disciples did not delay Wu Cang in the slightest. Fan Rong's eyes reddened as he roared, "Wu Cang, don't push me!"
Unfortunately, Fan Rong received no reply from Wu Cang. Left with no choice, his aura surged violently, climbing at a