Battle broke out in this moment of silence. Both parties were tough characters. Every strike resulted in someone's death.
Three men rushed towards Li Duhong at lightning speeds. Their formation resembled the shape of a Chinese character '品.' Li Duhong was fearless. He stared at these three men coldly. The people from his clan who were with him, not only did not lend him a hand but were busy fleeing away to the other two sides.
A ray of blue light spread over Li Duhong's hands, looking both like fire and water, completely missing the original appearance of a metal. Blue eyes twinkled beneath the square mask. He moved his right leg half a step backward and bent slightly, confronting the three cardless sects who were coming straight to his face.
