Bian Hua was covered in wounds at this moment, but still struggled desperately to hold on.
Behind him stood a young girl with an immature face.
"Bian Hua, hand over the Spiritual Medicine, and we will let you go! Otherwise... today both you and your sister must die!" a man in green clothes said coldly.
Grinding his teeth, Bian Hua snorted angrily, "Can the people of Xuanyuan Sect act so oppressively? I spent a year painstakingly gathering this Spiritual Medicine. You say you want it, and it's just yours?"
"Hehe, whether our acts are oppressive or not is not for you to decide. Everything depends on strength! It's only because Qingmu Town is too weak!"
With that, the men in green surrounding them accelerated their pace.
At this moment, Bian Hua, who was hardly holding on, found himself in even greater danger.
Seeing her brother about to die under the sword, the young girl started crying.
