Lu Xue looked at Guo Yi, a flicker of flame dancing in her eyes, the despair previously in her gaze gradually transforming into a blazing fire of hope. The soldiers behind her appeared incredibly shocked, but shook off their astonishment and immediately became fervent. They had thought they were as good as dead, but had unexpectedly grasped onto one last thread of hope.
"David, come and have a go at this kid!" Ma Lin roared.
The Martial Daoist behind him leaped forward.
David stood at one hundred and ninety centimeters tall, with numerous thin cornrows on his head. He had a pair of azure eyes, wore a black T-shirt, and a pair of what seemed like filthy jeans. He looked at Guo Yi with disdain and smirked, "A Chinese Martial Artist?"
"What about it?" Guo Yi asked.
"They're all nothing but my underlings!" David scoffed coldly.
"Then you are destined to die here!" Guo Yi stated.
