757 Feng Zhi Dies

"You can't touch this woman."

At the moment he heard these words, Silver Wolf's gaze darkened. He turned into a fiery red afterimage who shot past the middle-aged man quickly. 

The middle-aged man might seem indifferent, but when Silver Wolf shot past him, his body also suddenly twisted, and he turned into an afterimage that vanished in the howling wind. 

Slap!

He felt a tension on his shoulders. Silver Wolf turned around and moved six and a half feet away, but the wind by his ears refused to stop howling. That person's breathing chased after him tightly like a maggot on a corpse. 

"When I'm around, I won't let you touch her."

An instant passed, the middle-aged man still blocked Silver Wolf's path. Even though he did not attack, those moves and calm as well as ingenious repositionings and body movements had already revealed the strength only grandmasters had. 

This person was even stronger than Drifting Sword from Yangzhou Port!

"Is it?"

Silver Wolf did not become annoyed, even though his path was repeatedly blocked. His expression remained cold. He redirected his gaze and suddenly charged forward to swing his arms in front of him, leaving behind bloody red palm prints all over the air. 

The expression of Dragon Sect's vice sect hall instantly became grave. 

If this was just a feint, he will naturally have no problem in facing them. 

But Silver Wolf was, after all, an elite ranked among the top in the Chinese server. His attacks were all attached with scorching waves that came rolling at him, and all of them depleted his qi and body fortification in an unseen manner. 

'As expected of the second strongest from Mu Clan.' When he saw that Silver Wolf's attention had been directed to him, the middle-aged man was forced to become serious. While he retreated, he parried the threat that had suddenly come at him from the palm shadows that pushed forward toward him from all directions.

As the fight went on, in the blink of an eye, they had already exchanged dozens of blows, but no one could best the other. 

But Silver Wolf still managed to tell where the middle-aged man learned his techniques. 

"Hmph, so you're someone from Bagua Sect. Why didn't you stay in America to gather your wealth, but run to China to cause trouble?"

"...You're pretty knowledgeable."

Silver Wolf's words revealed where the Dragon Sect elites came from. The middle-aged man's expression changed before he quickly recovered. He parried Silver Wolf's swift attacks before he laughed and said, "We're just returning to our roots. Sir, you're pretty good with barehanded combat. You came from the army, yes?"

"Hmph!" Silver Wolf ignored the vice sect master's attempt in trying to get answers from him. When he thought about how Wind Chimes died in these people's hands, the killing intent in his eyes became stronger. 

They refused to stay in America, and right when they came back to the Chinese server, they egged on Towering Palace and Class One Hall to stir up conflict between the four top-class sects in the Chinese server, which led to a war, and this was definitely not what Silver Wolf would call returning to their roots. 

The middle-aged man's expression turned slightly cold. "You'd best watch your mouth and try to accumulate virtue for yourself, young man."

Silver Wolf had two of his palm strikes sealed in succession, but he did not hold back. He just used force to block the subsequent attacks from the middle-aged man. When it came to Arm Strength and qi, Silver Wolf had the upper hand. He did not mind this sort of head on confrontation. 

Bang!

Both parties took a step backwards. 

The middle-aged man crushed a tile on the roof before he managed to laboriously negate all the force from the attack. There was a red flush on his face, and his gaze gradually turned fierce. 

Even though he was from the army, Silver Wolf's strength and reaction was clearly unlike a retired veteran. Not only did he have an understanding to the skills the middle-aged man used, his movements were also so straightforward that they were terrifying. He showed no signs of hesitation when he moved. He just relied on his instincts, and he had an incredibly wealthy amount of experience in combat. He might have retired from a special force…

"I've changed my mind."

Silver Wolf had already gotten a general gist of the middle-aged man's strength. He might be good and was an experienced fighter with a few years ahead of him to serve as Silver Wolf's senior as well as a great knowledge of the sects, but unfortunately for him, he paid too much attention to only one martial art, and he was too conservative, which was why he ignored the rule of martial arts countering or reinforcing each other in the game. 

Coincidentally, Red Flame Palm could counter most fist or kick techniques. If he fought at full strength, Silver Wolf was absolutely certain that he could kill this person after two hundred moves. 

He tapped against the ground, and Silver Wolf charged back without hesitation to continue seizing the opportunity to attack. 

But unfortunately for him, while Dragon Sect's vice sect master was already at a disadvantage, he was not a stubborn person. He gradually furrowed his eyebrows and released a signal without batting an eyelid so that another Dragon Sect elite could join the fight. 

At the same time, Clear Music had already retreated to a safe distance, and she ordered the Towering Palace members around her to surround Silver Wolf and the others. 

The situation instantly changed!

Silver Wolf's pressure increased by leaps and bounds. 

When he saw that it was already very difficult for him to get out of this troublesome situation, Silver Wolf shouted an order to Little North, Feng Zhi, and the rest to increase their speed in breaking out, while at the same time, he fought against Dragon Sect's vice sect master without regard for his life. 

"Big Brother Silver Wolf!"

"Branch master!"

"Don't go—"

"Break out at full speed! Try to kill as many Towering Palace members as possible! I know it's hard, but we can't let those Towering Palace bastards have an easy time!"

"Kill them!"

Mu Clan's members released another wave of attack on the street. 

The fact that Silver Wolf was cornered caused Mu Clan's elites to release their final spark at that moment. That spark gathered together to form a strength with a momentum as great as a tidal wave, and they faced death without fear!

They rushed to the depths of the street fiercely. 

Wherever they went, all those who blocked were mowed down!

"Don't let even a single Mu Clan member run away!" In an exasperated fashion, Clear Music stood on high ground and commanded her subordinates on the ground to surround and attack Mu Clan iso that they can continuously reduce Mu Clan's numbers. 

Even though Towering Palace lost a lot of men because of it, Clear Music cannot accept the fact that someone from Mu Clan will be able to rush out of Yangzhou City under this sort of situation!

She absolutely will not allow it!

*****

After a round of attacks, Little North and the others ran into the fierce attacks from Towering Palace at a crossroad to block them. Arrows came raining down at them, and more than ten Mu Clan members instantly fell dead. Their charge forward had been interrupted. 

"I'll kill that woman…" Little North flew into a rage, but right when he was about to jump to the roof, Feng Zhi, who came down, grabbed him with a tight grip. 

"There're too many elites around that woman! Don't go charging to your death!"

"But—"

Little North could not overcome his rage. 

While Feng Zhi swung his saber and blocked the arrow shower, he seized Little North's clothes. "Stop being so fussy and focus on getting out of here with our friends! That's our main task! Don't let that stupid woman kill us all, and that'll be her greatest shame! GO!"

He practically used all his strength to shout his final word. 

And Little North was persuaded, because he saw that there were a few arrows with their fletchings cut off sticking out of Feng Zhi's chest. They were not pulled out, but Feng Zhi still endured the pain and charged in front of the group. 

"Brothers and sisters, we're getting out of here!"

Little North's eyes turned red. He transformed into a mysterious black fog that robbed away lives and charged into the crossroad without hesitation. 

While he faced countless arrows that came at him, he still moved forward with an indomitable spirit!

Little North was covered head to toe in four-echelon demon vessels. Right now, he did not fear attacks of this degree. 

He endured the arrow shower alone while he rushed into the enemy lines without slowing down. He soon stirred up a foul and black bloody storm. For the first time since the battle, Little North took up the responsibility of leading the charge, even though he had focused on ambushes throughout the entire battle. 

Feng Zhi did not chase after him. He just watched Little North charge into the enemy lines and kill them like a demon. He moved quickly and tore through their ranks as if they were paper while Mu Clan's members pounced on the next street like a tidal wave. 

Feng Zhi put on a relieved smile. 

Silver Wolf was trapped, and Feng Zhi himself… ran out of strength. 

Right now, they can only rely on Little North to lead everyone out of this place.