"Give it up, Zhao Qingshan. You can't break past the two of us by yourself. The fact that we haven't dealt a killing blow means we're already going easy on you!"
As Zhao Qingshan's attacks grew more ferocious, Vermilion Bird frowned. She tried to persuade him, while silently cursing Qingfeng Wanderer. 'What a useless fool!'
'We're holding back their strongest fighter, Zhao Qingshan, and all that's left are a few juniors. How has he not taken them down after all this time?!'
"Hmph. Aren't you afraid the Zhou Family will use its full strength to fight you to the death? If your Dragon Soul leader hadn't been in seclusion all these years, how would a few insignificant clowns like you dare to be so brazen?"
Zhao Qingshan snorted, but inwardly, he was relatively calm.
'I'm safe for now. I can see that none of them—not Liumu, not Vermilion Bird, not even Qingfeng Wanderer over there—want to risk injury. In this state, Master Liumu and Vermilion Bird can't kill me!'
