"Protect the lord!"
Just as Ye Qiu's sword nearly cut through Li Xiaosheng's chest, two guards by his side sprang into action.
Ye Qiu glanced swiftly around but paid no attention, swinging the Bahuang Sword down once again.
"Stop him for me!" Li Xiaosheng shouted. He realized he was gravely wounded by Ye Qiu, and although he was furious that someone dared attempt to kill him, a prodigy of the Taiyi Divine Sect, this was not the time for rage. Survival was paramount.
The two guards drew their swords and stabbed forward with incredible speed, distinctly unlike ordinary guards.
Ye Qiu's heart shuddered; these were two Martial Artists of the Returning Ruins Realm. Yet, he remained unfazed, continuing to aim at Li Xiaosheng.
"Courting death."
The guards' swords gleamed with a cold light, about to strike Ye Qiu's back. Suddenly, unbeknownst to anyone, a shadow silently appeared behind them, and in an instant, the two guards were killed.
