"Who are you people? What do you want?"
Yang Ziling asked, her face cold.
She knew that while the four of them were skilled, they were likely no match for the nine people in front of them.
But so what?
The Dao of a Swordsman was to be a cutting edge.
How could she allow her own sword, her own edge, to retreat?
So, she was the first to step forward and question the people who had surrounded them.
"Who am I?"
Nangong Miexian was getting carried away with himself.
But just as he was about to reveal he wanted to kill them because of Yang Xiao, he suddenly glanced at the guards beside him and had another thought.
He stopped himself from saying it out loud.
Instead, his expression turned cold.
He sneered, "Why should you care who I am? The way you're all skulking about, you must be up to no good. Hmph, how could I, this young master, allow you to hatch your dark schemes?"
It was an incredibly lame excuse.
Even his own guards were stunned, let alone Yang Ziling and her group.
