When Zhuo Cong saw the six people who had fallen, he understood everything.

From beginning to end, the magpie was playing with him and deceiving him!

Who would have thought that Zhuo Cong, who had dominated the world for half his life, would be outmaneuvered by a little bandit girl!

The bandits have launched an attack, and the Ninth Prince must be right here!

"Listen to me, everyone! The Ninth Prince is right here..." Zhuo Cong roared furiously, brandishing his knife, his face red and neck bulging with rage.

But the people around him didn't quiet down as he expected when he shouted;

Instead, people cast "caring" glances at him, and then used the swords and daggers in their hands to send him "sincere greetings" once again.

Zhuo Cong: "Aaaaah!!! You bunch of idiots, you've all been tricked! Stop it!"

"You're the stupid one, your whole family is stupid!" Wu Zhong slashed at Zhuo Cong with his sword, angrily retorting.

"That's right, stop and I'll kill you, you idiot!" Wuying's broadsword continued to slash, and every few slashes would hit flesh.

With Wu Zhong and Wu Ying instigating them, it was even less likely that the others would stop.

Zhuo Cong and his men were quickly beaten and seriously injured, collapsing to the ground.

Everyone wanted to make a contribution, so they captured Zhuo Cong and others to blackmail the Ninth Prince;

They grabbed Zhuo Cong and the others by the hands or legs, pulling them desperately toward themselves, none of them wanting to let someone else take them away and benefit from it.

"I'm the one who killed him. If you want to argue with me, have you even asked if I have the knife in my hand?" Wuying raised his broadsword and once again took the lead in provoking trouble.

Those present were all seasoned, hot-blooded men of the martial world, and they didn't need Wu Zhong's cooperation. Their tempers flared up at the slightest provocation: "So you're the only one with a knife? I don't have one?"

"Come on! Whoever stands last gets to take the person away!"

"Come on, come on!"

So Wu Zhong and the big man got into a passionate fight;

Others followed suit and imitated him.

An even more chaotic melee broke out again without warning; the sounds of close combat intensified, and the ground was littered with corpses and rivers of blood.

Seeing that the battle was in full swing and had achieved the desired effect, Ji Fengming finally released Chen Xiaoyi;

Ji Chenhai, Ji Fengyao, Shang Xiye, and others stopped paying attention to the movements of Chen Xiaoyi and Jiao Da. They fought and retreated, gradually marginalizing themselves.

The fighting is getting more and more intense.

Jiao Da, Scarface, and the others gradually stopped paying attention to Chen Xiaoyi.

Chen Xiaoyi's internal "intestinal rupture" flared up completely, pushing his endurance to its limit. Finally, as someone raised a knife to strike him, he collapsed to the ground, followed by a series of earth-shattering "poof" sounds.

A gust of cold wind swept across the mountaintop, instantly filling the air with an indescribable stench.

Chen Xiaoyi and the man who was about to chop him with a knife were both stunned.

The man held the knife firmly above his head, a series of ellipses and question marks flying across his forehead, along with bold, large black lines.

Chen Xiaoyi was half-supported on the ground with his hands and legs, trembling violently;

Behind him, the uncontrollable "plop" sounds continued to come out, and he couldn't stop them. Finally, he burst into tears with a loud "waa".

What terrible things have I done?!

This is so embarrassing, I might as well just die, waaaaah!

Black Owl glanced sideways at Chen Xiaoyi's embarrassed appearance, and slightly twitched the corners of his lips. His narrow peach blossom eyes curved upwards, blooming with the first hint of rose color in early spring.

Suddenly, Black Owl felt a chill run down his spine;

He sensed that a ferocious beast was watching them from somewhere nearby.

Shang Xiye had the same feeling. She exchanged a glance with Hei Xiao, and the two silently separated to look around, trying to find the person hiding in the shadows.