บท 757: Fear

Han Wuxian was sitting on a man's back with her legs crossed. The man was prostrated on all fours, sweating buckets, and yet he didn't dare to move a single muscle.

A young woman was kneeling opposite Han Wuxian. Her upper body was straight and if people took a close look at her, they would find that she was quivering involuntarily.

Nie Zeng and Tie Linglong were standing to her left and right side respectively, each with a saber in their hands, and they were facing more than thirty kung fu practitioners who were holding various kinds of weapons.

They were surrounded, and yet Han Wuxian seemed indifferent, calmly combing her long hair carefully as if the people around her, who had venomous looks in their eyes were her admirers enjoying her incomparable beauty.