With a bang, Huang Xiao was sent flying backward, and Cao Wuxin's figure landed opposite him.
"Boy, did you think you could escape?" Cao Wuxin sneered at Huang Xiao.
Huang Xiao clutched his chest with one hand and vomited several great mouthfuls of blood.
"To think he still caught up." Huang Xiao had not expected Cao Wuxin to catch up so quickly.
Liaochen had just helped hold Cao Wuxin back. Huang Xiao had thought he might have a chance to escape, but now it seemed he had still underestimated Cao Wuxin.
"What did you do to Senior Brother Liaochen?" Huang Xiao took a deep breath, suppressed his internal injuries, and demanded.
"Oh?" Cao Wuxin raised an eyebrow, then laughed. "To think you're still worrying about that little bald donkey's life when death is staring you in the face. Still, to grant you one last wish before you die, I'll show you mercy and tell you. That little bald donkey was right. This is Shaolin, after all, so I spared his life. But that was all I spared. He escaped death, but not punishment. He's probably half-dead by now."
Hearing this, Huang Xiao felt relieved. If Liaochen had died helping him, he would not have been able to close his eyes in peace even in death.
Huang Xiao knew very well that his present strength was no match for Cao Wuxin. If they truly fought, he probably would not last long.
Now he had nowhere to flee and nowhere to retreat.
Just then, however, both Huang Xiao and Cao Wuxin turned their gazes to one side as two figures suddenly appeared before them.
"Found him!" One of them glanced at Huang Xiao and laughed.
"Brother Jiao Qin, to think we both found this boy at the same time," the other man