"Monk!"
Zheng Xiu wanted to rush forward and help. With Nie Gong's Treasure Vault just ahead and the "exit" within reach, there was nothing left to discuss. Even if the Monk was a secondary personality and killing Fan Yao was morally indefensible, Zheng Xiu wasn't about to debate ethics with Fan Yao. Forget sentiment, relationships, or social graces—Zheng Xiu was firmly on Xie Yunliu's side.
Several blades hacked down, striking Zheng Xiu's body and ringing out with the clash of metal. The tenacious soldiers attacked in a flurry of wild slashes, but hitting Zheng Xiu was like striking stone—impossibly hard. One blade even shattered when Zheng Xiu simply flexed a muscle.
"Monster! Monster!"
The soldiers were both shocked and terrified, but the more demonic Zheng Xiu appeared, the more it ignited their primal fighting spirit. One by one, they charged forward, fearlessly throwing their bodies of flesh and blood in his path.
