A few assassins said, "Old man, I see you've been seriously injured. Why don't you hand this woman over to us, and I'll spare your life."
Another person in black heard the assassins talk this way and was not willing to comply.
"The orders from above are, not even one of the Six Great Sects should be spared."
The assassin who spoke earlier started laughing again.
"Hahaha, once the Sect Master kills that brat just now, this old man is so heavily wounded, having forcibly used his Cultivation Technique earlier, aggravating his injuries. Even if we ignore him, he won't be able to walk out of this desert alive!"
After speaking, a few assassins laughed again. Fat Uncle didn't understand how this group of mysterious people loved to laugh so much. Then he felt a turmoil in his chest, and a mouthful of blood seeped out from his mouth.
The person in black guessed accurately; at this moment, Fat Uncle's injuries have worsened due to forcibly using his Cultivation.
