Duan Rong then saw that, indeed, there was a pit beside the courtyard wall not far away, with two small piles of dirt debris next to it.
Duan Rong smiled slightly and said, "This pit, you have dug quite small!"
"Small? I think it's just right for you," Kong Bin said coldly.
Duan Rong sighed and said, "It's naturally suitable for me! But it's a bit small for the four of you!"
"At death's door, still so stubborn!" Kong Bin's face turned fierce, his teeth clenched with a grinding sound, but he dared not attack Duan Rong proactively, only grasping the Cow Tail Saber with his knuckles turning white.
Duan Rong, however, showed no expression and suddenly, with a whizzing sound, drew the Cow Tail Saber tied at his waist!
As Duan Rong drew his saber, his gaze shifted towards Kong Bin and Zhang Zheng's direction. Kong Bin still managed to feign composure, standing still, but Zhang Zheng's face was already pale, unable to resist stepping back two paces!
