After taking down several men in black, Xiao Jianming protected Huo Qiuran behind him, his right hand already drenched in blood.
Xiao Jianming had already sustained multiple injuries, and the wound on his right wrist alone made it difficult for him to firmly grasp the Tang Blade in his hand.
The men in black kept charging at Xiao Jianming and Huo Qiuran in groups of three or five. Within just a few minutes, Xiao Jianming had added more than a dozen bodies at his feet.
"Qiuran, run quickly!"
Xiao Jianming's sticky right hand trembled, his body covered in blood, making him look like a blood-soaked figure.
"I can't!" Huo Qiuran bit her delicate lips, shaking her head resolutely, unable to leave Xiao Jianming behind.
Xiao Jianming shook his head, clutching the Blade Edge as he charged again into the midst of the men in black, shouting, "Qiuran, do you really want to watch me bleed dry, dying in vain?"
