Wang Ming lifted his sword and was about to strike the necks of Guo Gan and Hao Li, who were watching in fear and despair.
"NO, STOP!" Wang Ming halted his sword strike mid-air when he heard someone shout from the crowd.
"Hah... hah..." The sword stopped a few inches away from Guo Gan and Hao Li's throats. Guo Gan and Hao Li, who saw they had narrowly escaped death, fell down on their butts and pissed their pants as they gasped heavily, their bodies soaked in sweat.
'I am saved,' Guo Gan thought as he recognized the voice.
Everyone turned their heads towards the source of the sound and saw a middle-aged man in elder robes staring at Wang Ming.
"Huh, isn't that Elder Guo?" whispered a disciple.
"I was wondering where he was," commented another disciple.
"Is Elder Guo going to interfere?" asked a disciple.
"I mean, his son is about to get killed. If it was me, I would," commented another disciple.
