"Who are you…?"
Two young men clad in white tunics and matching headbands looked at Li Xiaotian in confusion.
"Brother, don't waste your breath on him," the young man called Li Tong urged, a Miao Knife in his hand and hatred on his face. "This man must be a reinforcement brought by the High Priest. Kill them!"
Just as he was about to move, a cold laugh echoed from the woods behind them. "Hahaha, Li Zhou, Li Tong! Let's see where you two can run now!"
Immediately, seven or eight armed men rushed out. The leader was a young man in a black tunic and matching headband. He wore a nose ring and glared coldly at the Li brothers.
"Sang Kui!" Li Zhou's expression changed drastically as he tightened his grip on his knife.
The brothers had been on the run for some time and were seriously injured. Now faced with such overwhelming numbers, it seemed escape was impossible.
