Hong Yi's expression darkened somewhat. There were already two great experts on the opposing side, so his earlier plan to deal with Habibullah first would not work.
"Beggar, we can only handle this Persian. That old monk from the Esoteric Sect is yours!" Meng Jiu shouted.
He knew Hong Yi was hesitating, but how could this be a time for hesitation?
Whatever happened, they had to fight it out.
He also knew Hong Yi was worried about him and Liaochen. But facing Habibullah, the two of them would not be in mortal danger for the time being. Whether Hong Yi could face Dalha alone was another matter.
They knew little about Dalha, the Khitan State Preceptor, and had no idea how powerful he really was.
Hong Yi nodded slightly. In any case, their opponents had divided things up the same way. He did indeed have to face Dalha.
Still, this also suited his wishes.
Hong Yi knew perfectly well that he stood no chance against Dalhe. If he did not even have the courage to face Dalha, would that not make him a laughingstock? When would he ever avenge his master? Today, he would experience Dalha's power for himself.
The Jianghu fighters nearby naturally noticed what was happening here as well, and were filled with emotion.
After all, Hong Yi and his two companions belonged to the younger generation, yet they were now facing these old veterans, all of considerable standing. Their prowess commanded admiration.
Neither side said anything more. They charged at their respective opponents.
Hong Yi's aura surged. He had no intention of leaving himself any room to retreat: he would succeed or die trying.
Dalha's brow furrowed slightly. Hong Yi's manner surprised him somewhat. To be so resolute at such a young age-his temperament was far beyond