In just this short moment, dozens of people had already surrounded them, sealing off the entire area. It was just that none of the newcomers were real experts, so they were only here to add to the momentum; no one dared step up for real. However, in the distance, hundreds more were charging over. With that many people coming at once, even if they weren't strong individually, sheer numbers were enough to force the two from the Wanyan Family to death. Not to mention, there was also Zhou Haoyang and the Purple Robe Lama among them.
Seeing this, Old Sixth Wan Yan couldn't help but curse out loud again and again, mostly raging that Old Seventh Wan Yan was ungrateful and had sold out his own flesh and blood. But when those words fell into the ears of the Purple Robe Lama, it was as if he hadn't heard a thing—because he wasn't Old Seventh Wan Yan at all.
