"Hehe, thank you for holding Xiao Tian for us. The Mizuno Clan will erect a monument in your honor!"
Fujino Katsuyuki's mischievous voice echoed, and the faces of several Japanese masters instantly turned pale.
It turned out Fujino Katsuyuki had planned to use them as bait from the start!
"That old bastard, he actually used us as human shields!!!"
Seeing Fujino Katsuyuki washing his hands of them, Dahe Lang's face turned ashen with fury, and he roared angrily.
Xiao Tian's attacks grew fiercer, and the pressure on the group increased significantly. Even combined, they barely managed to fend off Xiao Tian's attacks, and their injuries grew increasingly severe.
To think that these were renowned Japanese masters, yet under Xiao Tian's hand, they looked so pathetic. A great storm was stirred in the space around them.
Behind the crowd, Fujino Katsuyuki stood, face flushed, veins bulging, his hands rapidly forming technique signs as if weaving some spell.
