The old man knew well that it was hard for him to contend against these three people alone. He glanced at Ren Feifan over there, originally hoping that a master could help him, but now his heart sank completely.
Some of those with strength had already fled, leaving behind only these people who didn't know any better.
He gritted his teeth and looked at the Black-stripe Triple Wraiths, saying, "Whatever they're offering, we'll pay you double, how about that?"
The bald leader let out a cold laugh. "Not interested. Do you think our Black-stripe Triple Wraiths care about money?"
"Enough, I don't want to waste words with you, old man. Everyone, move together! The longer we wait, the more things can go wrong!"
The next second, three figures directly rushed towards the old man!
The old man looked at the young girl and quickly said, "Miss, run quickly. I'll hold them off here."
But before he could finish speaking, a Sword Qi fell, and the old man's arm was cut off by it.
