"If you don't reveal the location of Judge, none of you will be able to escape from here today!"
The middle-aged man spoke in a threatening tone.
"We from SHADOW, with resolute and unyielding spirits, only die standing up! We have no habit of being a deserter!"
With that said, he and the other nine comrades charged towards the other side while calling out, "Forward!"
The blades of Cold Moon swords swept through the air in all directions.
Oppressed by their high spirits, men and women in suits on the other side moved back involuntarily. However, many of them were still wounded by the blades and their posture slumped.
"Let's see how long you can hold out!" said the middle-aged man as he raised his fist and charged towards the SHADOW members. This middle-aged man was none other than Roy Lambert, the leader of Buddha Hall, who was several levels higher than the ten of the SHADOW guards. His fist pierced the air, forming fierce winds. Under his attack, four guards form SHADOW were instantly blasted away. After falling heavily to the ground, they spewed out blood and their breaths became disordered. However, none of the SHADOW stopped. They jumping up from the ground, flipped their wrists and raised their swords again to attack.
"Don't put me to the test! If you continue, don't blame me for being cruel!" shouted Roy angrily.
"Cut the crap! If you can, Kill us! If you don't dare, you can just get out!" One of the SHADOW members responded loudly after making a bloody gash on the waist of an opponent.
"Damn it! Do you think I dare not kill a SHADOW person?" Roy's anger was ignited. With that said, a even stronger aura burst forth from his body, revealing his momentum of a Battle General without a doubt.
Boom!
With a ghostly figure, he rushed towards the young man who responded him before, and a thunderous palm swept out. The young man in brocade roared angrily, his eyes turning crimson as he exerted all his mighty and lifted his sword to meet the challenge.
However, the odds didn't favor the young man's side. He was lifted into the air by Roy's palm wind. The young man fell heavily to the ground over ten meters away before collapsing on the ground without any fighting ability.
"Can you still talk tough now?" Roy spoke coldly.
"Kill me!"
"You wanna die? I will help you!"
"If you move again, I'll take your life!" a cold voice was sounded at this moment.
Judge marched forward with a look of anger on his face, followed closely by ten other elite guards. The ten guards roared in unison when they saw their comrade's condition and rushed into battle.
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