Qi Mu, having roamed the martial world for many years, naturally understood their treachery. After all, Master Zhao had spent half his life cultivating the Fire Cloud Spell, only reaching the seventh level, while Chu Yang had been practicing for only a short while. They guessed that if Chu Yang could even reach the second level, that would be quite impressive.
This was the first point.
The second point was that even if Chu Yang's martial arts were strong, they could wear him down with their wheel strategy.
Qi Mu tightly gripped his large blade, wishing he could immediately step forward and slay them all.
Master Zhao, of course, had thought of this and was about to intervene to block the scheme, but just then, Chu Yang raised his chin and smiled. "Alright, so it's just you five, huh?"