"Ah!"
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
Four people immediately exclaimed in surprise, it was Zhong Le and the other three.
They all looked down simultaneously, only to see a bloody dot on their shoulders that appeared without them knowing. If the sword had moved a bit further, it would have pierced their scapulas, and if it had shifted, it could have pierced their throats.
All were killing blows!
It was obvious that Yan Chuan was showing mercy, not wanting to take lives.
The four understood, and feeling embarrassed to linger, quickly cupped their fists and said, "Thank you, Brother Yan, for sparing us. Zhong Le (Si Qian, Feng Ru, Gong Yu) is not as skilled, so we'll withdraw!"
The four retreated from the stage.
Immediately, only Yan Chuan and Wang Zhengyi remained in the dense fog.
The thick fog engulfed them.
The surroundings were vast and misty.
