"I can give you life, and I can make you die!" Mrs. Zeng, holding the Green Wind Saber, walked toward Wu Hen.
Her eyes were fixed on Wu Hen as a hawk zeros in on a field mouse.
As she continued to move towards Wu Hen, the compatriots who had gathered also intercepted her one after another. With the incentive of full compensation, they too became Jianghu Heroes who disregarded life and death.
Yet all the martial artists who tried to stop Mrs. Zeng fell, and there were fewer and fewer people around Wu Hen capable of protecting him.
Wu Hen did not retreat either; he knew that retreating now was pointless.
The excessive strength of Mrs. Zeng was beyond his expectations, after all, it was unlikely for such a small territory to produce a Martial Saint in a hundred years—it could only be said that his luck was somewhat lacking.
