Youlie stared at Youying with a cold look and laughed hideously, "Who the hell are you? You dare to control my life? I enjoy living in the seething world. You ask me to die? I won't."
Albeit the nasty wound, Youwu struggled to stand up in wrath, pointed at Youlie, and cursed him with stressed syllables, "Youlie, you bastard! Miss Chuchu treats you well. You villain betrays her!"
Youlie waved hands with contempt, "Screw you. Treat me well? If the ugly woman treats me well, she won't bring me to Longyuan and live a well-shrouded life. I was so happy while in Jinxia. "
"Shameless! Asshole! Today you betray Miss Chuchu, and that means you betray Jinxia. You have no place in Jinxia any longer."
Youying's growl did not bring any disturbance to Youlie, whose smile was more splendid and wicked.
"Youying, don't worry for me. I'll have wealth and rank if I help Team Long Xi to capture the ugly woman. Am I so silly to return to Jinxia? Ha…ha… "
Laughing wildly, Youlie turned his head to the masters of Team Long Xi less than a hundred meters from him, threw away his sword and lifted his hands above his head, shouting, "I'm a guard of Clan Chu from Jinxia. I surrender! Don't kill me. I'm glad to cooperate with you…"
Unexpectedly, Youwu could still fight although wounded. He roared and smashed Youlie's knees with the rosewood bow.
Concentrated on the martial artists of Team Long Xi, Youlie could not prevent Youwu's squarely attack from nearby. Crack! His knees broke into pieces at once.
Before his screech, Youying sliced another knee of Youlie with a trace of chill and sliver light. Blood splashed and thick bloody smell permeated the air. Youlie kneeled down and the intense pain forced him to shriek.
Youwu sneered, "That's the fate of the traitor."
"Boss, you leave in a hurry. You still have time." Youying pushed Youwu suddenly.
Youwu smiled bitterly and waved head, "I'm seriously wounded. I'm afraid I can't run far…"
"Even so, you need to flee and take the bow out of Longyuan anyhow. It's Miss Chuchu's effort!" Youying cheered as if fresh energy infused into him.
"You…you can't escape!" Youlie looked pale and more ferocious because of the tearing pain or great blood losses.
Youying glared at him and pushed Youwu into the grove at roadside eagerly, "Go into the grove in darkness and find a place to hide. I'll try my best to block the martial artists and strive time for you."
"Youying…" Youwu, this strong-willed man, sobbed with a tearful face.
Youying saluted to Youwu, screaming, "Boss, please tell Miss Chuchu, I'll serve her in my next life!"
Youwu nodded, and wiped his tears away. He turned around and wobbled in the grove with the rosewood bow.
"Hurry, he's running away!" Anxious, Youlie shouted.
Youying kicked hard on Youlie's mouth. At least half of of Youlie's teeth fell in his screech.
"Spies from Jinxia. You can't run away from our control!" As a yell sounded, eight martial artists skimmed and surrounded Youying and Youlie.
Team Long Xi, the strongest armed force of Longyuan, was also Youying and Youwu's biggest enemy. Both sides were not new to each other.
The master hunting Youying, both the royal of Longyuan and the noble with the highest status, was named Long Feiwu. He with 'Fighting Dragon' as nickname was a young elite developed by Team Long Xi with great endeavor.
The outstanding youth had been one of the eight official members of the martial regiment attached to Longyuan University, whose subordinate had been Hua Longting. After graduation, he, a cultivator at the mid level of the Houtian stage, was recruited by Team Long Xi and enjoyed a bright future.