Listening to their words, Li Huowang, who had just been caught in his own emotions, stared in shock at everything in front of him.
When he snapped back to his senses, a rush of hot blood surged straight to his brain. "All this is because of you bastards!!"
With a metallic clang, Li Huowang lifted his sword single-handedly, stomped his feet on a rooftop tile, and charged at the three Sitting Oblivion disciples who had their backs to him.
Hearing the whistling behind them, the attacked Sitting Oblivion disciple's body twisted to the left as if snapped, narrowly dodging the attack.
His upside-down head, bewildered, stared at Li Huowang. "Hong Zhong boss, enough playing! They won't believe you anymore, you need to go, we'll cover your retreat!"
Just then, the Illusion Hong Zhong nearby came closer too, face solemn as he warned, "He's right, this isn't the time to play, retreat is the priority now."
