Zhao Hai looked at the five people in front of him. Their injuries had been treated, but their faces were still pale from the excessive blood loss.
Zhao Hai had already placed a slave formation on them, so they were very respectful to him. Zhao Hai looked at the five of them and said, " "Tell me your names."
One of the five said, " young master, the five of us are known as the Phantom Five swords. We grew up together. We are not from Daoism, so we don't know who else is in our family. We don't have an official name. I am sword one, and they are sword two, sword three, sword four, and sword five. &Quot;
Zhao Hai looked at the five of them and nodded, " "Then what are you? A death warrior? You're from the Academy?"
Jian Yi said, " yes, young master. We are from the college, but we are not official students of the college. We are the Wen family's men of sacrifice. We were raised by the Wen family since we were young. &Quot;
