"Master!" Qing Yu cried, rushing forward to help Mu Yu up.
"I'm fine," Mu Yu said, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth as she staggered to her feet.
"Mu Yu, you're no match for us. Surrender now, and we might let you live!" the one-eyed elder said with a grim expression, slowly advancing.
"Never!"
Mu Yu spat, then lunged with her longsword, attacking the two men again.
"Master, I'll help you!" Seeing that Mu Yu was losing, Zhao Dong could wait no longer and rushed to join the fray.
"Good!" Mu Yu did not refuse, and they attacked together.
But they were facing two Great Grandmasters at their peak. Even united, they were ultimately no match. After a dozen more clashes, both were beaten and left sprawling on the ground, exhausted.
Mu Yu's face paled as she vomited a mouthful of blood. Zhao Dong was just as battered and out of strength.
