"Brother Xiao Yi, there are at least hundreds of Martial Artists here, and those are all points, ah," Lin Jin urged.
"Fuck off," Xiao Yi whispered harshly, "If you're so capable, go ahead. Don't you see even Qin Feiyang has been injured? I'm not going."
The four had become quite friendly with each other after several days together, occasionally teasing one another.
"Xiao Yi, don't listen to them," Liu Yanran said. "Look, the guy leading those hundreds of Martial Artists is Young Master Changfeng. We'd better not get involved in these troubled waters."
The four hid themselves to one side, making no move.
Ahead, hundreds of Martial Artists completely surrounded Qin Feiyang.
Qin Feiyang was already wounded. As he moved his feet, about to leap into the air and transform into the Golden Winged Eagle to fly away,
suddenly, dozens of large nets appeared out of nowhere, forcing him to land back on the ground.
