With True Qi carrying the stench of blood, the remaining three Blood Bat Guards descended like blood-sucking demons, their crimson eyes brimming with profound greed—the greed for the fresh blood of a Divine Origin Realm master.
Yet, a monstrous appearance didn't equate to monstrous strength. At least in front of Xie Lang, even if they utilized their full strength with the Forbidden Technique, they weren't qualified to harm him.
But was that really the case?
"Ah—"
The agonizing wail disturbed Xie Lang's mind.
The Exorcism Sword Guard wouldn't scream, no amount of pain could make these puppet assassins make a sound.
So, it was obvious who was wailing. Moreover, it was the voice of his nephew, who had been by his side more than his own son.
Unable to resist, Xie Lang turned around to see Geng Yongsi covered in tiny wounds all over his body, like a leaking water tank—except what leaked was not water, but blood.
Phoenix Shuttle.