Before the words had even left his mouth, he had already charged forward. With a SWISH, he drew the iron ruler from his waist. Infused with Dark Energy, it gleamed with a dark light as he lunged straight for a leader of the Flying Horse Thieves who was besieging Yang Jing.
"Kill!"
The burly man and the lean man exchanged a glance, also drew their sabers, and followed. They let out furious roars, their fighting spirit clearly ignited by the chaos of the battle.
Yang Jing sent a bandit flying with a punch. When he saw Li Tieyun and his two men charging into the fray out of the corner of his eye, his heart leaped with joy and the smile on his face widened.
Li Tieyun wielded his iron ruler with fierce and unrelenting power. With his first move, he tied up the bearded leader of the Flying Horse Thieves—a man at the Peak of Dark Energy. The burly and lean men also found their own opponents, instantly taking a great deal of pressure off Yang Jing.
