The stench of blood was overwhelming, piercing the nose and troubling the heart, nearly inducing nausea.
The scene before everyone was beyond anyone's expectations.
While the Protector of Mount Song could restrain himself from reacting to Weng's gruesome dismemberment, Feng Buping and Cong Buqi could not—a cry of "Junior Brother" from one, and a shout of "Senior Brother" from the other.
In an instant, both men drew their swords and stabbed at the two closest monsters.
Tao Ganxian and Tao Yexian reacted promptly, each drawing a short iron rod and with a clang of metal, parried the longswords.
The six Taoists stood their ground and cast a collective glare, causing Feng and Cong to feel a surge of fear, deterring them from further assault.
Feng's sickly yellow face filled with rage as he cursed loudly,
"Six vile scoundrels! My junior brother bore no grudges or grievances with you, yet you struck him down with such cruel intent!"
