Ten people increased their speed to the utmost, instantly rushing into the dense forest and catching sight of four middle-aged men and Chu Liezhao.
They saw the Bright Moon flowing continuously on the Sword of Chu Liezhao in his hand, its luster shimmering like autumn water.
The sword tip pierced into the throat of a thin middle-aged man, who stared wide-eyed, with a faint glow in his left palm, as hazy as the Bright Moon behind the thin clouds.
He looked at Chu Liezhao with resentment and anger while the glow in his left palm began to flicker.
The glow tried to burst with anger, but expanded and then contracted, unwilling to restrain itself, it expanded again, then contracted, several times it grew and shrank, becoming increasingly dim.
"You..." The other three middle-aged men, shocked, reacted.
"Old Wen!"
"Brother Wen!"
A burly man threw a punch, transforming into a flurry of punch shadows, spreading toward Chu Liezhao silently.
"Wu...wu..."
