In the dark of night, an azure-clad young man stood in front of the Xie siblings. He was holding an ordinary sword without a hint of fear on his face. Behind him, Xie Yutang carried his little sister on his back with a tinge of panic in his eyebrows.
There were no injuries on the bodies of the young man in azure or the Xie family's siblings, only a few blood stains on their clothes.
For a brief moment, he was stunned by the three people's conditions. He instinctively surveyed the disciples of the Guo family surrounding them. He observed that none of them was in decent shape; each had injuries and some were dying. These people possessed far greater strengths than the other three.
Did they not get hurt because the Guo family protected them?
Even thinking about it made him laugh. Even if the Guo family hadn't been wounded, he didn't think they would risk their lives to protect the three when the battle formation broke up and the wolves attacked.
