"Kill him."
Zhao Xiayang ordered indifferently, and ten disciples took his command. He did not put Lu Bei in his mind. A Foundation Establishment Cultivator trapped in an encirclement could be killed with a wave of his hand. He assumed there would be no trouble from him.
The chief concern was Chu He of the Xuanyin Green Guard!
Without any nonsense of persuasion, to be precise, Zhao Xiayang did not want to waste words with Chu He anymore. He commanded his sect disciples to surround and cut off all the Xuanyin Department's heads, without leaving one behind.
The forces from both sides fought fiercely, with blades and swords slashing. The fifteen members from Xuanyin Department, each a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, and the leading Chu He were even at the Perfection of Foundation Construction. Despite the tough fight, they managed to hold their own.
"Useless!"
