Seeing the eight Demon Venerables surrounding Wang Yan at the same time, Beiming Xue, who had been standing on the city wall, confident in Wang Yan, finally showed a change in her expression for the first time.
She leaned forward and shouted, "You outnumber him, truly shameless."
Meng Ao snorted coldly and said, "The victor becomes king, the defeated becomes a bandit, where is the shame in that."
Beiming Xue was so anxious that she stomped her feet, ready to jump off the city wall to help Wang Yan, while Fang Jinchun and the other two were already itching to fight, unable to restrain themselves, ready to jump down.
Wang Yan waved his hand and laughed, "A mere eight Demon Venerables, I don't need you at all."
Although Beiming Xue and the others knew Wang Yan was just boosting his own morale, when they thought about their own too low cultivation levels, if they left the city, not only would they not help Wang Yan, but they might only hinder him.
