Gongsun Liang had broken the formation and released Qiu Ping and the other two to deal with Yan Zhong and Jiang Ying's joint assault as quickly as possible. But who could have imagined that those three old fellows would slip away while he, Yan Zhong, and Jiang Ying were off guard?
He had wanted to pursue them, but Yan Zhong and Jiang Ying had blocked him.
He had been utterly frustrated. Naturally, he knew what Yan Zhong and Jiang Ying were thinking. They certainly would not let him pursue that brat; after all, his cultivation far surpassed that of Qiu Ping and the other two.
In Yan Zhong and Jiang Ying's eyes, the threat posed by those three pursuing the brat was not as great as the threat he alone posed, so they had held him back for all they were worth.
After finally shaking the two off, he had hurried toward Huang Xiao. Fortunately, the brat had not yet fallen into their hands, and he had breathed a sigh of relief.
However, when he saw Qiu Ping and Zhu Yu, the anger in his heart naturally erupted.
"Hahaha! Good! Good riddance!" Suddenly, he caught sight of Liu Fu's long-lifeless corpse lying on the ground nearby and burst out laughing. He had not expected Liu Fu to have died. That bloody slash across his neck must have been the fatal wound. What sharp weapon had caused it? Had he been killed while the three were fighting?
Qiu Ping and Zhu Yu were deeply wary of Gongsun Liang. They knew full well that even together, they probably were no match for him.
Yet now, they had no choice but to steel themselves and fight Gongsun Liang.
One of the Seven Spirit Blades lay right before them, and everyone wanted it. But