A Tiejiang Gang Steward was raising his saber to strike a fallen guard when he suddenly felt a fierce wind approaching from behind and spun around to block.
Though severely injured, Lan Daoxing still possessed the underlying strength of a First Grade Martial Artist.
CRACK—
With a single slash, the long saber in the Steward's hand snapped. The Sword Momentum continued unabated, carving a deep gash across his chest.
The Tiejiang Gang Steward spat blood as he flew backward, crashing into a pile of rubble, unable to rise again.
WHOOSH!
Without pausing, Lan Daoxing lunged toward another Tiejiang Gang disciple.
His intervention was like a pillar of strength, instantly revitalizing the spirits of the Hundred Treasures Pavilion's guards and Honored Guest Elders, who had been on the verge of collapse.
"Reinforcements are here! With the Pavilion Master, let's drive back these bastards!"
