They didn't dare to fight back, fearing to hurt the young boy. However, Hao'er's attack was getting closer and closer, and for a while it was difficult for the two to dodge.
At this time, the dozen or so disciples behind them quietly surrounded Seventeen. Any one of them could absolutely suppress Seventeen, a low-level cultivator who had just started practicing. In a short while, they captured Seventeen.
"Stop! Otherwise, we will kill him!" A disciple who was holding Seventeen shouted and pressed the sword in his hand against Seventeen's neck.
"Seventeen!" Yue'er exclaimed, her beautiful big eyes filled with anger.
Mu Chen pursed his lips, clenched his fists, and said nothing. He just stared coldly at the disciple who was holding the sword on Shiqi's neck.
Haoer stopped and looked at the disciple with a cold gaze like a knife. The cold gaze made the disciple shiver and he shrank back involuntarily, but he did not move his hand that was holding the sword on Seventeen's neck.
"Catch him!"
A shout was heard, and the great elder came hurriedly with his men, and immediately ordered his disciples to arrest Hao'er.
"Master, don't worry about me!" Seventeen shouted and struggled, but was scratched by the sword and blood oozed from his neck.
"Seventeen, don't move!"
Hao'er drank coldly, his stern face like frost. He glanced at Shiqi's bloody neck, then stared at the disciple, and said word by word: "If he dies, I want you and your family to be buried with him!"
Because of these words, and also because of Hao'er's cold eyes and serious expression, the disciple was shocked and retreated. His face turned pale and his lips trembled. He took a step back involuntarily and carefully moved the sword on Shiqi's neck away, fearing that he would be killed by his sword accidentally.
Seventeen listened to Hao'er's words, his eyes were hot and his throat was choked. He stood there motionless, watching several disciples come forward and tie up Hao'er with ropes.
"I'm sorry, young master. I have implicated you." He lowered his head in self-blame, feeling very guilty.
"It's none of your business. I just can't beat them." Hao'er said, staring coldly at the elder, and ordered: "Silver Wolf, take Chen'er and Yue'er away!"
"I won't leave! I want to stay with my brother!" Yue'er shouted.
"I won't leave either." Mu Chen also said, standing still.
Silver Wolf glanced at the two little guys and said nothing. Because even if he took them away at this time, he didn't know where to escape to. What's more, they were so young, how could they survive without Hao'er and Shiqi around to take care of them
Besides, Hao'er is its contract master, so it is impossible for it to just leave him like that.
"Hahahahaha, you can't leave even if you want to."
A wild laugh came from the audience in a sinister voice, with a hint of excitement and hostility in the tone.
The Silver Wolf turned around immediately, came in front of the two little guys to protect them, and put them behind him. His bloodthirsty and ferocious eyes were fixed on the large group of people who were coming. His vigilant eyes swept over those people and fell on the monk in the front who was wearing a black cloak.