Meng Xiuwen snorted in disdain, "I admit that your strength is a little stronger than mine, but except you, who else is our opponent in your siege? Listen to me! Leave here quickly, otherwise you will all die!"
Meng Xiuping snarled, "Do you think that I will be a sinister, unfaithful and greedy person like you?"
"We have been serving for the Family Meng for so many years, and it is the time to take the benefits!" Meng Xiuwen swept his hand, and made an order loudly, "Come on, everyone! Let's kill them all and catch Meng Yao alive! It's her turn to serve us today!"
"Shameless rouges!" Meng Yao scolded, "I will take all your lives!" She took out her weapon, about to rush toward Meng Xiuwen, but Meng Xiuping stopped her. "He has the strength of Martial Saint State! You are not his opponent! Run away, and we will tangle them for you!"
The four middle-aged people on the side echoed, "Yes, Miss! Run!"
"No, I can't leave you here to die! I will fight side by side with you!" Meng Yao became aggressive with firm attitude.
A fierce battle was on the corner! In the group of Meng Yao, only the old man possessed the cultivation of Martial Saint State, the four middle-aged people the Martial King State, and Meng Yao only the Martial Arts State. In the opposite group, however, Meng Xiuwen's cultivation was at the Martial Saint State, the other five all held the cultivation of the Martial King State. In such comparison, Meng Yao's group was clearly at a disadvantage.
Meng Xiuwen charged forward to Meng Xiuping with a palm, carrying a lot of his spiritual energy, intending to crush his enemy into powder in a flash. Meng Xiuping was quite familiar with the former, so he prepared himself to defense very well.
He made a full palm to face up with that of Meng Xiuwen. The two palms collided into each other in the midair, followed with a strong spiritual energy storm bouncing the other warriors out far away.
The super strength of the two old men surprised Zhang Yan a lot.
Meng Yao seemed to be slightly injured by the storm, changing her face. Taking advantage of the opportunity, the old man with Martial-King-State cultivation sneakily dashed to Meng Yao, trying to seize her to stop the battle immediately.
Meng Xiuping had perceived the old man's movement, gave up beating Meng Xiuwen, retreated his palm, and flashed in front of Meng Yao, exclaiming, "Don't hurt the Miss!"
A palm of him was followed to hit on the chest of the old man who didn't expect the former would get out of the tangle with Meng Xiuwen and was beaten far away with a blood bursting out from his mouth. Meng Xiuwen dashed to catch him, and found he was seriously injured and was about to die. Huge resentments overwhelmed Meng Xiuwen instantly; he angered with a palm, "Meng Xiuping, you've hurt my younger brother! Give me your life!"
Meng Xiuwen and Meng Xiuping fell into the fight against each other once again. A stalemate between the two groups had maintained for a time.
All of a sudden, Meng Yao placed her weapon－a fine bamboo flute－by her mouth, and began to play it. A dismal melody sounded, giving people a sad feeling, and enabling them to temporarily forget their killing intentions. Hence, the warriors in the opposite group to her was forced to slow down with a losing sign for a while.
Meng Xiuwen began to yell, "It's the Messing Up Soul Melody of the Family Meng! Hurry up to stop her!"
The sound came up to Zhang Yan as well, but it didn't affect him at all.
Getting rid of their opponents, the four middle-aged people in Meng Xiuwen's group all rushed toward Meng Yao, so did Meng Xiuwen who made a palm, intending to kill Meng Yao with one flow.
Astonished to sweat, Meng Xiuping flashed in front of Meng Yao, once again, to protect her.