"That's right. You won't get any advantage even if we die together. I've had enough of this. Even if I die, I have to vent my anger." The other person cursed through gritted teeth and charged at an Xiuwen.
Immediately after, a few more people rushed forward.
Then, more people rushed forward.
Then, everyone swarmed forward.
Although an Xiuwen had the strength of a monarch and was stronger than most of the cultivators present, it was difficult for two fists to fight four hands, let alone more than 200 hands. Oh right, he also had to use his feet.
Soon, an Xiuwen was drowned in the crowd.
The muffled sounds of punches and kicks were mixed with an Xiuwen's shrill screams. It was so mournful and sorrowful.
There were simply too many people making a move. Many people were squeezed outside and couldn't find an opportunity to make a move, so they naturally turned their eyes to those lackeys.
