"Stop!"
Heiye Wuzun attempted to chase after Ling Xiao's figure.
But not only was the speed insufficient to catch up, he also found it difficult to tell which of the five silhouettes was the real one.
So he could only randomly choose one to pursue.
Meanwhile, the five fleeing martial artists frantically ran around on the arena.
Fortunately, the arena was big enough, covering over a hundred square meters; otherwise, they wouldn't know where to run.
But no matter how they fled, each of them could feel the sharp Sword Intent looming ever closer, like a specter chasing after their souls.
Impossible to shake off, and impossible to resist.
"Young Master Wuzun, save us!"
The terrified five unexpectedly forgot they could simply jump off the arena and concede defeat.
They all shouted unanimously, hoping Heiye Wuzun could save them.
The five wore expressions of terror.
Hair disheveled.
Embarrassed like five madmen.
