After Yun Chujiu restrained the spiritual power of the six people, she kicked them together like a soccer ball. The faces of the six people were all scratched by spiritual plants on the ground and when the woman saw that her proud face was scratched, her eyes were filled with a vicious light.
Yun Chujiu didn't care about it and said with a smile, "Come on, who can tell me about the Goshawk Sect? If you say something useful, I will let you go while I will kill the rest of your group! There is only one chance, which one of you will speak up?"
The eyes of the six people flickered, and the hook-nosed man said with a fierce expression, "Brat, if you dare harm any of us, the Goshawk Sect will not let you off!"
Yun Chujiu drew a sword from his waist and pointed it at his neck. The hook-nosed man screamed and fell to the ground.
