"If you want to fight, then we will fight!"
Xiao Yi looked impassively at Huihai Sword Master and Yang Kun. The fire of battle in his eyes blazed like the fierce sun.
By his side...
Shadow Demon and others followed closely, never leaving or abandoning him, each one of them also carrying towering battle will.
Especially Shadow Demon and Zhang Ling a few, who were originally slaves in Beast Emperor City, held captive in the dungeons where daylight never reached, living lives that were less than human.
It was Xiao Yi's arrival that had rescued them from the darkness.
They owed him their very lives.
Zhang Ling, who had the most explosive temper, took a step forward, his sword-like eyebrows fierce, his deadly gaze locked on Yang Kun: "You filthy mongrel, my master is so generous, and yet you oppose him at every turn. If you're brave enough, come at me! Even if I can't beat you, I'll take you down with me in a suicide attack. Do you dare?"
