CLANG, CLANG...
As the men from the Tiejiang Gang retreated, the guards and Honored Guest Elders of the Hundred Treasures Pavilion, who had long since reached their breaking point, could no longer hold on.
They dropped their weapons and collapsed on the spot.
Gasping for breath, they were overwhelmed by the feeling of having narrowly escaped death.
Even the two First Grade Martial Artists, Lan Daoxing and Shen Cangsong, were no exception. They had fought Qi Zhen and Han Kui, both of whom were stronger, and had sustained serious injuries.
Leaning against a broken stone pillar, Lan Daoxing gasped for breath.
The wound on his left shoulder was still seeping blood and his face was ashen, but his eyes were surprisingly bright.
He gazed at Fang Han's back, at the young man standing with his sword, and his heart churned with an indescribable mix of emotions.
'Qi Zhen, a Late Stage First Grade master, was actually no match for this young man.'
