"Sect Leader Liang, Guardian Ye, why aren't you making a move? What are you waiting for?"
Huang Dongsheng's body swayed precariously. He had lost most of his life force, and the aura of death around him was almost impossible to suppress. His once well-groomed hair hung disheveled, and his magnificent robes were in tatters, reduced to mere strips of cloth. Even a beggar on the street would likely refuse them.
In response to Huang Dongsheng's shout, two figures flew out from the buildings behind him almost simultaneously, landing on his left and right sides.
Both were men. One, who looked to be in his fifties or sixties, wielded a large broadsword and possessed a terrifying aura. Just by standing there, it seemed as if that blade alone could stir the heavens and earth. No one dared to underestimate him.
