Fighting the Foursome

Clear qi coated his whip, and his body flashed toward the four.

"You are courting death." One of the girls screamed.

They were no match for Jiang Yue if they fought alone, but they rarely fought alone.

"Let's kill him."

The three stood in a triangle, and each held a whip in the right hand.

When Jiang Yue was four metres from them, the three swung their arms, and their whips flew out.

"They are targeting my vital organs."

With his current speed, Jiang Yue could avoid two whips, but one would inevitably hit.

However, Jiang Yue was not flustered.

He swung his whip and countered two whips while avoiding the third.

As soon as he landed, he released his pipa and struck a few notes.

These notes lacked refinement, but they could affect the soul of a same-level cultivator for a few breaths.

When the three heard the notes, they felt like someone had shaken their soul.