"Wan Jianxin, there are two Tier Three Martial Kings left. How about I let them come at me together?"
Chu Qingyun said with a smile, looking at the last two pale-faced Tier Three Martial Kings.
Upon hearing this, the two men's faces lit up.
The miserable state of the others who had been beaten had already left a scar on their minds.
The thought of a fight where you knew you couldn't win, knew you'd be crushed and severely injured, yet still had to force yourself to go—it was utterly terrifying.
Under these circumstances, they were naturally eager to accept the offer to fight together.
However, Wan Jianxin shot them a glare, silencing them.
Wan Jianxin's goal right now was to stall for time until his outside help arrived. To do that, sending his men up one by one was obviously the best way to drag things out.
"Our three sects have not yet fallen so low as to gang up on one person!"
"You! Get up there!"
"Remember, be careful, and stall for as much time as you can..."
