In Xiang Ma Town, he had once crossed swords with the White-clothed Scholar, the Pingxi Marquis, and knew the terrifying strength of the You Generation Angel Envoy. Even if he and Qu Muzhi joined forces, they might not be a match.
But now it was too late for words, the arrow was on the bow and had to be shot, their opponent was the Sect Leader of the Yu Yuan Sect, and they would certainly not allow the two of them to leave.
"How is your wound?" Qu Muzhi had an injury on his chest, a bloody wound that was still seeping blood.
"It's nothing." Qu Muzhi reminded him, "This person has a Magic Artifact that's a long pole, which can extend and retract freely, reaching up to 4 or 5 meters. Be careful not to be touched by it."
"Just one Magic Artifact?" Yang Xiao hesitated.
