"Since helping either side would wrong my brothers,"
"I simply won't help either!"
"There's no turning back now, no way out."
"Rather than running away, I might as well go down fighting wildly, even if I die here, at least I'll have avenged my border brothers."
"Another figure blocked the way ahead."
"Get out of my way!"
With a roar, Meng Quji thrust his eight-foot snake spear, wrapped in rolling clouds of True Qi, colliding with an Azure Dragon Crescent blade.
The person holding the Azure Dragon Crescent blade was sent flying backward, not landing until he had retreated dozens of feet to dissipate the force.
"To withstand a blow from the Martial Saint without harm, you're quite impressive!"
Meng Quji fixed his gaze and was soon startled, "Deng Feng? What are you doing here?"
"Naturally, to stop General Meng."