"Father, save me…" Wang Ming, seeing this, pleaded weakly towards Jiu Shan by his side.
Wang Ming knew clearly that if a melee broke out, his life wouldn't be guaranteed.
Jiu Shan didn't even give Wang Ming a glance. "Kill them!"
Having his arm chopped off by Ding Fan in front of so many people, Jiu Shan's face couldn't be more humiliated; enraged, he couldn't care less about Wang Ming's life or death.
Whoosh whoosh... Instantly, the people from the Upper Xuan Sect drew their longswords, and several figures dashed forward to attack.
At that moment, sword shadows flitted about, and the killing intent was chilling…
At this time, Jiu Shan gritted his teeth as he watched Ding Fan and his group being surrounded, wishing for them to be dismembered by thousands of blades!
