Nine Human Realm Martial Emperors, joining forces to besiege Shi Xiaole and another, seemed like certain death to an outsider. However, because the target was Shi Xiaole, people subconsciously widened their eyes.
Perhaps he had a way to escape with Yan Yuchai?
Regrettably, Shi Xiaole made no defensive movements, nor did he dodge from above. Suddenly, he extended his left hand to grab Yan Yuchai's wrist, drew his sword with his right hand, and swiftly swung it.
Fast!
So fast!
A sound like bubbles being split apart was heard as the punch force right in front of them was evenly cut into two halves, while the other eight directions of attack, though launched earlier, were still not as fast as the sword speed.
As Shi Xiaole, with Yan Yuchai in tow, passed through the channel of punching force like the wind, their afterimages remained in place. Only then came the clang of a sword being drawn from its sheath.
"Not good!"
