Mu Yangling pushed the three Hus to the middle and handed the six sabers to the people from Nearhill Village. "Kill them."
Startled, everyone held the sabers and did not dare to go forward. They were mere farmers. They did not even dare to fight and injure others, let alone kill people.
Mu Yangling didn't have time to slowly nurture them. She kicked one of them in and said coldly, "If you don't kill them, they'll kill you. It's either they die or you die. Your choice. These six people are just scouts and the Hus who set the fire will catch up soon. If you want to die, continue to delay. I'll leave with my father first."
Liu Xuan tightened his grip on the saber in his hand. Seeing that Mu Yangling was about to turn around and leave, he immediately roared and rushed forward to slash at a Hu. When the others saw this, their eyes turned red. Bravely, they quickly rushed forward with their things.
