In a moment of critical urgency, Zhao Junyao stepped forward and kicked both the Fifth Master and the Sixth Master in the back.
The Seventh Master rolled on the ground once and got up. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth carelessly and stared sharply at the two so-called elder brothers opposite him.
After each receiving a kick, the Fifth Master and the Sixth Master lay half-prostrate on the ground nearby, their complexions deathly pale.
Zhao Junyao glared at them and shouted angrily, "How dare you!"
The Fifth Master and the Sixth Master quickly schemed and hurriedly stepped forward to remedy the situation.
"Imperial Brother, calm your anger! Imperial Brother, calm your anger!"
"We... we were just practicing wrestling with Little Seventh!"
"Isn't that right, Little Seventh?" the Fifth Master asked with a warm but fake smile.
The Sixth Master, snapping out of his daze, hastily nodded as well.
"Yes... yes, Imperial Brother!"
