At this mont, a large number of Players also began to realize what was happening, all recalling the sa scene from the ti at the Shaolin martial arts arena, with one na popping into everyone’s mind—it was none other than the village chief’s authorized double: Tie Niu!
"Shit! Was that Tie Niu just now, disguised as the village chief, leading us into battle?"
"Oh my god! I thought it was the village chief himself who led us into the charge, but it turned out to be Tie Niu leading us into the fray! A mongrel leading a pack of mongrels into battle?"
"Is Tie Niu a god-level actor? Now that he’s been exposed and taken out, what do we do? Where is the Grandmaster?"
"This joke has gone too far! Where’s the village chief?"
On the battlefield, the Players were in an uproar.
The Eight Desolates Disciples, who had been fighting fiercely, were now shivering with fear as if drenched with cold water, looking around at any Great Liao Warrior as if they were executioners ready to take their lives at any mont, all developing a desire to retreat.
Attacking with the wind and retreating against the wind, this has always been the essence of the Eight Desolates Disciples’ combat strategy. Pursuing a victory to rcilessly strike down a defeated foe is their forte, but now, the situation was clearly unfavorable.
"Bastards!!"
Po Jun realized what was happening, coldly gazing at the tattered robe on the ground, his face iron-blue as he looked around the battlefield and shouted lowly, "Black Wind child, how dare you toy with , Po Jun! You seek death!"
Shiee!!
A terrifyingly sharp Sword Qi erupted from him, instantly tearing the ground’s robe into Fragnts and carving gouges into the ground.
All the nearby Black Wind Village Players were horrified, staring at the NPC emanating an ominous dark glow of deadly danger; even the long blood bar above his head was intimidating.
At this mont, "swish swish swish," seven Heavenly Person figures swiftly approached, arriving in front of Po Jun, bowing respectfully.
"Lord Po Jun!"
Po Jun stood with his hands behind his back, proudly surveying the surroundings with tiger-like eyes, exuding killing intent, about to speak when his gaze suddenly electrifiedly turned skyward over Lin’an City.
A signal flare exploded into a shocking red glow almost the mont he looked, indicating a situation of Ten Thousand Fire Urgency.
Such a scene imdiately hushed the entire battlefield.
The gradually spreading chaos rippled like waves.
"Eh?"
"There’s a turning point!"
Many of the Eight Desolates Disciples who were poised to run stopped in their tracks, sensing that the situation seed to have shifted.
"Ten Thousand Fire Urgency!?"
Po Jun’s eyes contracted, his expression abruptly changing as he gritted his teeth, "The Black Wind Village Chief has gone into the city!"
The seven Heavenly Beings also thought of this possibility, all turning pale.
However, soon one of them laughed, "Now in the city, there are thirteen people, including Ouyang Lie and Martial Venerate Bi Xuan, with Marshal Adal surrounded by experts as nurous as clouds. Even if the Black Wind Village Chief sneaks in, he won’t necessarily benefit, and this alarm might be an overreaction."
The others couldn’t help but relax slightly at these words.
Po Jun coldly snorted, "Fools! If I wanted to kill you seven, it would be as easy as turning my hand! The sa goes for that Black Wind Village Chief!"
This statent made the seven’s expressions imdiately sowhat unpleasant, yet Po Jun didn’t care in the slightest, even showing a smug look, though his heart slightly relaxed.
Because he considered Bi Xuan and the others were after all of the Heavenly Human 4th to 6th realm strength; thirteen joining forces are indeed not so easy to deal with.
But now still must imdiately head into the city to provide support.
"All of you, imdiately return to the city to provide support!"
Po Jun coldly ordered, his figure just about to move when a white flag suddenly appeared on Lin’an City’s wall, faintly visible in the firelight, fluttering in the wind.
A burly figure stepped forth from the crowd, openly appearing atop the city wall, overlooking the battlefield below with an imposing deanor.
"Village Chief!!!"
All Black Wind Village players and Eight Desolates Disciples, their eyes simultaneously lit up, hearts pounding, blood surging, trembling with excitent....
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