Xu Xiangbei wasn't afraid of the number of people, but the three were attacking in unison, their power stronger than a combined effort, making Xu Xiangbei feel quite challenged.
Not daring to be reckless, four Iron Gall spheres were already clenched in his palm.
With a lift of the Iron Gall, clang, clang, clang, came intense sounds of metal striking metal, like large and small beads falling on a jade plate, the sound crisp and pleasant, captivating.
Yet no one dared to enjoy this intriguing melody, even a slight hesitation meant a bloody, tragic fate, a gruesome death on the spot, decapitated.
The three bronze-level assassins raised and swung their samurai sabers, transforming into strands of lightning, forming a dazzling cage that trapped Xu Xiangbei firmly inside.
Xu Xiangbei's Iron Gall spheres did not show weakness either, turning into a roaring flying dragon, charging left and right in the inescapable net, confronting them.
