C1395 Stonecrop

The four lackeys were lying on the ground, screaming and bleeding profusely. They had all been stabbed in the foot, and the wounds were not deep. It was obvious that they had been given a warning.

"You--you have the guts to fight me." Ma Zhenying spat blood from anger, and pointed the big sword at Ding Yi.

"If you have the guts, then fight with the Golden Immortals of our Qing Ling Sect