Seeing the sword that had half-penetrated Yuan Shan's body, Tang Yue'er was initially stunned, her mouth slightly open, wanting to speak but unable to utter a single word. Tears flowed down her face like a breached dam, instantly drenching her cheeks.
"Boom!"
Yuan Shan let out an angry roar and swung a palm forward.
A black-clad, masked powerhouse was struck by this palm blow, spewing blood, and sent flying with severe injuries.
However, this was just the beginning. Immediately afterward, six more identically dressed black-clothed, masked powerhouses surrounded Yuan Shan, each holding a sharp sword in their hands.
"Yue'er, run!"
Yuan Shan mustered all his strength to bellow toward Tang Yue'er's direction, then turned around and charged at the six masked powerhouses, the bloodied half of the sword still lodged in his body.
It was only at this moment that Tang Yue'er recovered her wits and let out a heart-wrenching scream: "Master!"
