"Ahh!" Screams rang out as several Central Plains experts died in an instant.
A Persian was slaughtering them. He charged into the crowd, and almost no one could withstand even one of his moves.
"Liaochen!" Hong Yi shouted.
Not far away, Liaochen had naturally noticed what was happening. He called out, "Everyone, fall back at once! Leave this man to this humble monk!"
The people of the Jianghu did not hesitate. They swiftly retreated, then moved elsewhere to continue fighting the other Esoteric Sect experts. This Persian was clearly beyond their ability to handle.
Liaochen's shout also drew the Persian's attention, and he charged at Liaochen without hesitation.
Liaochen's expression grew grave. This Persian possessed profound internal power; he could sense it even before they exchanged blows.
Still, he did not shrink back. At a time like this, only the few of them could deal with the enemy's experts. If they retreated, who else could hold them off?
With a bang, Liaochen blocked the other man's palm strike with his own. His body shuddered, and he was driven three steps back, while his opponent seemed unaffected. With a flicker of movement, the man closed in on him again.
"Liaochen, watch out!" Hong Yi realized that this Khitan expert's strength seemed to exceed his expectations. From the looks of it, his internal power was greater than Liaochen's.
"Don't worry about me! Look after yourselves!" Liaochen shouted.
Then he shouted at the Persian charging toward him, "Who exactly are you? Give me your name!"
But to Liaochen's disappointment, his opponent merely snorted coldly without saying a word.
A rare trace of killing intent appeared on Liaochen's face. He knew very well that if their side failed to stop the Khitan experts tonight, the border pass would likely be in danger. Once the