Although Qin Lianchuan had received serious injuries, he regained his spirits when he heard this voice: “It’s Young Master, Young Master has returned!”
“Brother Lianchuan, how are you?” From outside, Qin Lianshan’s voice sounded especially caring.
“Patriarch!”
“The Patriarch is also back!”
All the guards cheered as their spirits were lifted. All of them yelled and fought back against the Xu since their fighting spirit had surged up a huge amount.
Terror-stricken, Xu Sanli immediately shouted when he heard Qin Wushuang’s voice: “Retreat!”
Leaving?
Since you got here, how could you leave so quickly?
Qin Wushuang plugned into the manor like a springing arrow. He jumped a few times in midair and immediately landed among the people of the Xu. With each palm and fist attack he threw out, a person from the Xu would fall just like a sheep fighting encountering a lion.
