The two hesitated, afraid to fight back for fear of injuring the young boy. Nevertheless, Hao'er's attacks grew increasingly precise, making it difficult for them to evade his strikes.
At this time, the dozen disciples behind them quietly surrounded Seventeen. Against this low-level cultivator who had just started to practice, any one of the disciples could absolutely suppress him. In no time, they first captured Seventeen.
"Stop! Otherwise, we'll kill him!" One of the disciples bellowed, pressing his sword's edge against Seventeen's throat, threatening the young child.
"Seventeen!" Yue'er exclaimed, her beautiful eyes overflowing with anger.
Muchen pursed his lips, clenched his fists, and said nothing. His eyes coldly fixed on the disciple holding the sword at Seventeen's neck.
