"If those few servants of Mu Hanyan had a bit of spine, they might still help her block a few moves, but… what a pity, what a pity…" someone kept sighing nonstop.
"I said long ago their luck has run out. Not only have they shown their true colors, they're going to get Mu Hanyan killed as well." Of course, there were also people laughing gloatingly.
The Competition Platform, ten zhang to a side, could by no means be called small, but for cultivators of this level, it was only a few steps away. In just the blink of an eye, Qin Ba and the others' figures were right in front of them, four streaks of Sword Light sweeping down toward Mu Hanyan.
Yet Mu Hanyan only looked at them calmly, hand on her hilt, with no intention of drawing her sword at all.
