The blade came down, and it looked as if Wu Song and An Daoquan were about to be cut in half.
At that moment, Wu Song's legs, like an azure dragon, suddenly lashed out at the two knife-wielding men in black.
Bang, bang, two explosive sounds.
The two men screamed and flew backward, crashing heavily into the mud wall behind them, causing the thatched house to collapse with a loud rumble.
Wu Song reached up and grabbed An Daoquan, vaulting upward and flying out.
A dozen shadows suddenly appeared, brandishing knives as they surrounded them, descending together.
One person stared at Wu Song, coldly saying, "The hero who fights tigers is truly as reputed."
Wu Song eyed the group, his expression tense as he asked, "Who are you? Who sent you?"
The man in black sneered, "You don't need to know that. Once you're down there, King Yama will naturally tell you!"
He raised his hand and conjured a golden gong.
"A cultivator?"
