Mang Ci suddenly felt a surge within, ready to rush out, but was held back by Poison Snake.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"While Yang Xiao is exhausted from the duel with Mr. Eight, let's team up and kill him!"
"Are you looking for death?"
Poison Snake lowered his voice, scanning the surroundings with caution,
"Can't you see, Yang Xiao hasn't even used his full power yet, not even the Beast Soul. If we rush in now, aren't we looking for death?
Besides, he has so many experts around him, the entire city has twenty thousand elite guards. Rushing now is suicidal."
Mang Ci said bitterly,
"If only Liu Xing were here, the three of us could definitely do it."
Poison Snake sneered,
"You're such a woman, long hair, short wit. Even if Liu Xing were here, he wouldn't impulsively rush out. This matter has already surpassed our ability to handle; Mr. Master will naturally arrange things, while we quietly hide within the city."
