"Young Master, Xiaoxie..."
At this moment, Hu Shan looked at Zhang Jian, a hint of reluctance in his eyes.
He was somewhat unsteady on his feet; the roar of the tiger demon shook the mountainside. If not for his good fortune, having been slightly farther back, he might not have escaped unscathed.
Zhang Lu stood beside him, slightly shaking his head. Hearing Hu Shan's words, he suppressed a headache and looked back. More than half of the dozens of soldiers had fallen, their courage shattered by the roar, while others had fainted, their faces deathly pale.
Only a few, like him and Hu Shan, had practiced the Body Forging Technique, making them more resistant and thus not killed by the sound waves.
The two maids, Mei Zhu and Peach Blossom, also lay among the crowd.
Unsure if they were dead or alive.
Zhang Jian glanced over and instantly knew these two young girls were probably beyond saving.
A deep shadow flickered in his eyes.
And there was Xiaoxie.
