At the Qingsha pupil's shout, the martial artists who were originally gathered behind him all charged out and surrounded Wang Jingyuan. Suddenly, she found herself at the center of a circle of angry martial artists, all of whom had their weapons trained on her. Their shouts were deafening.
"Let's get her!"
"If we can't win her one-on-one, let's all attack together!"
"Fight with all you've got, brothers! Today, we shall get revenge!"
"For our wounded brothers!"
"For our sects!"
There was only about two or three meters of space between her and the crowd. Wang Jingyuan unsheathed Feng Ming Sword and turned in a quick circle. The martial artists, apprehensive of her skill, reflexively took several steps back.
"What are you guys doing?!" demanded Wang Jingyuan. "There's like what, a hundred or so of you, right? All of you against one of me—how is that fair? Shameless!"
