The horse carriages flew up into the air as the ground shook more vigorously.
"Argh!"
Some of the horse carriages hurled toward the disciples and knocked them off their feet.
Then a large herd of horses and goats came stampeding toward them.
The goats charged at them with their sharp, pointed horns.
Horses from the herd kicked and trampled the disciples.
Pain and blood smeared everywhere.
Thud.
Lee Xiao saw the disciple from earlier getting his head kicked into a pulp by the horses.
He held his sword tightly and had his back against Ho Ming and Tai Lan.
Together, they formed a small ring, protecting each other's backs.
It worked.
The goats and horses had no opening, and their twirling wind strike ripped those horses and goats charging at them to pieces.
This caught the attention of two men standing far away with their arms crossed.
They were Seventh Horse and Eighth Goat.
