"What a surprise, what a surprise!" Kui Yong said with a loud laugh. "Huo Lian, if you hadn't defected from the Demon Hall and betrayed me, I really would have wanted you as a subordinate. You're a talented man. What a pity you chose this road of no return."
"To be your dog? And a dog kept locked up all the time at that, only let out for some air now and then? That's not what I want. Others might be willing, but I'm not," Huo Lian said disdainfully.
Everyone heard his words.
The seven former hall masters naturally heard them too.
"He's talking about you. Do you still want to keep being Kui Yong's dogs?" Zuo Qiu Shu said. "If this is what your lives have come to, you might as well die."
"Hmph." The Eighth Hall Master snorted coldly and said nothing more.
He was struggling to fend off Leng Guhan and Zuo Qiu Shu's combined attacks.
As he saw it, Zuo Qiu Shu, that old thing from ten thousand years ago, actually had less internal power than Leng Guhan.
Leng Guhan's sword made him sense the breath of death. The slightest carelessness would see him die beneath it.
It was too unexpected.
Was Leng Guhan really this strong?
He still dared not speak of betraying Kui Yong. Kui Yong's internal power was simply too astonishing.
Even if the seven of them joined Huo Lian and the others, it would probably do no good.
Cowed by Kui Yong's demonic might, they could only keep holding on.
They still did not think Huo Lian and the others would win.
Even though their side was at a disadvantage, Huang Xiao and his three companions still had no chance against Kui Yong.
"It's better than dying, isn't it?" Kui Yong said