"No matter how great your abilities are, you will still fall here, then be refined by me into an elixir and sent up to the heavens."
"This is what they call, 'Hell has no gate, yet you force your way in.'"
Ning Bukong kept shouting,
but Manager Liu and his five senior–junior brothers could no longer endure it. They shed their earlier timidity and, all at once, erupted with War Intent. The pig-slaughtering knives in their hands hacked out Sword Momentum toward the space before Zhou Xuan.
Flowing Wind and Returning Snow,
still Flowing Wind and Returning Snow,
a Sword Momentum like the boundless snow sealing the mountains surged forth, encircling Zhou Xuan's body and cutting off those hands reaching into his flesh.
This was a tacit understanding that came from Wuwen Mountain.
"Mr., we five senior–junior brothers, even if we survive from here on, will only disgrace the name of Wuwen Mountain. We've no hope left."
