The third carriage’s doors were pushed open.

At the same time, the carriage doors of the fifth and seventh carriage were directly shattered by the people inside, wood splinters flying everywhere.

Simultaneously, Lin Xi, who was standing in the middle of the path, already frantically rushed up to only twenty something steps away from the carriages.

“Your stuff!”

Meng Bai frantically undid the wooden chest he kept on him, gritting his teeth as he chased after Lin Xi.

…

Two heads carried strings of blood as they rushed into the air.

The two warriors who were drenched under boiling water, under their body’s intense pain, already completely lost their fighting instincts.

Black Tiger Slayer’s bronze broadsword released dazzling radiance, carrying blood with it as it continued to hack towards a middle-aged silk clothed scholar who just appeared by the carriage’s door.

The middle-aged silk clothed scholar bent down at the waist, his body still not completely straightened yet, but a broadsword already emerged from the boiling water’s steam, hacking towards his chest. His movements seemed slower than Black Tiger Slayer’s, but they were extremely...