Even the four guards had never executed such an Ultimate Move in their fight against him and his people.
"Alas!"
With a deep sigh, Zhuu Shu slumped powerlessly against the stone beside him, a wave of melancholy washing over him. He was already a useless person; even his mother didn't like him. He really didn't understand why this young man insisted on standing in front of him.
He hadn't intended to come back from this quest alive.
At this moment, Beiting Huang's clear voice had already reached him, but Zhuu Shu still couldn't help but worry. Opening his eyes, he looked towards the sky above the opposite mountain. The young man in the black robe stood in front of him, facing off against the four guards, while four massive energy moonblades, carrying the force of Thunderbolt, bore down on the youth.
