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At that moment, one of my hands was tightly holding onto the mastiff's neck, preventing its large mouth from falling. My other hand was groping for the wooden sword of jujube that fell to the ground, trying to finish off the mastiff.

However, the Tibetan Mastiff that was pressing down on me had immense strength. Its stinky saliva kept falling down, some of it landing on my face. It was so smothering that even the feces in the latrine didn't smell as bad as this fellow's saliva.

While I was desperately fighting against this mastiff, it was still desperately scratching its thick hooves on my body. Luckily, it was winter and my clothes were thicker, otherwise, if this fellow scratched me a few times, I would have definitely lost a large chunk of flesh.

At this moment, my heart starts to ache for the clothes my junior sister bought for me. Several tens of thousands, I was broken by this thing just like that …

Just as I was about to collapse, the Tibetan mastiff suddenly let out a wail, and fresh blood splattered on my face. When I looked up, I was surprised to see that my younger cousin had picked up my wooden sword from the ground and pierced it into the chest of the Tibetan mastiff.

When its entire body was pressed down, I finally knew how heavy this fellow was. At least two hundred to three hundred jin, I pushed the corpse of the mastiff to the side and looked at my cousin who was still holding onto the peach wood sword. There was also a lot of blood on his face, but his expression was slightly panicked, but within the panic, there was also a hint of viciousness.

This was just an eleven to twelve year old child, yet he had the courage to pick up a sharp blade and slay a 200 to 300 jin mastiff. He truly had guts!

When I stood up, I took the wooden sword from my younger cousin whose body was slightly trembling. I comforted him, "Brilliant …" "Don't be afraid, your big brother will take care of everything. Step back, and don't interfere …"

After I said this, I lifted up the wooden sword and looked towards Eldest Senior Brother, but seeing that Eldest Senior Brother was just like a fierce tiger that had jumped into a flock of sheep, in a short while, four to five corpses of Tibetan mastiffs were lying on the ground in a mess; they had obviously been killed by Eldest Senior Brother.

Although this mastiff was fierce, it was still inferior in front of people.

A cultivator's strength and accuracy are many times greater than an ordinary person's. Even though he was surrounded by so many Tibetan mastiffs, the eldest senior brother seemed to be quite adept as well.

However, although I entered the sect late at night and only followed Master to practice Tao techniques for half a year, I received the most care and attention. Master even passed on a tenth of his cultivation to me, and I have already made a great progress in the past few days.

Seeing that my senior brother was fighting to his heart's content, I held the wooden sword in my hand and quickly joined the battle. The mastiff I met in the beginning was extremely terrifying, and I was also a bit panicked.

I calmed myself down and held the wooden sword in my hand as I rushed forward. Following the Tai Yi Technique that I had learned, I stabbed the wooden sword in my hand towards the vital parts of the Tibetan mastiffs. Under the guidance of the senior brother, two or three Tibetan mastiffs died under my sword.

Within a few minutes, nearly half of the ten or so mastiffs were killed by Eldest Martial Brother and me. The rest are nothing to worry about.

However, what made me puzzled was that in this desolate mountain, what kind of person raised such a ferocious beast? Could it be that there were people living in this old forest?

Big Senior and I took care of each other, slashing our way through. Seeing that the number of Tibetan mastiffs that could stand was becoming fewer and fewer, but these things were really fierce, Big Senior and I also suffered some light injuries. Fortunately, it was winter, and the clothes we wore were thicker, so our injuries weren't too severe.

Eldest Senior Brother and I were also exhausted. Seeing that there were still six or seven Tibetan mastiffs surrounding us, after a while, these Tibetan mastiffs would be done with, we could also take our younger cousin away from here.

When the Tibetan mastiffs saw us, they couldn't help but feel a bit scared. After all, so many of their comrades' corpses were lying on the ground.

At this moment, the six or seven Tibetan mastiffs surrounded us two. They didn't immediately make a move, but instead viciously bared their sharp fangs at us, letting out muffled growls.

The Senior Martial Brother did not give these big guys a chance to breathe, after shouting loudly, he once again rushed towards those Tibetan mastiffs. His target was the biggest one, and the moment he appeared, he used his peach wood sword to cut open the chest of the Tibetan mastiff.

His palm strike could even slice a rock into two. This mastiff's head was definitely not as tough as a rock, so the mastiff fell to the ground, blood flowing from its mouth and nose as it died.

My sword also charged towards the other mastiff and stabbed into its stomach. With a fierce slash, a huge hole was opened in the mastiff's stomach and its intestines fell to the ground. However, the mastiff didn't die; it let out a series of whimpers and finally died after a long while.

After another three to four minutes, there were only two injured Tibetan Mastiffs standing in front of us. However, they didn't dare to rashly attack us. They only stood not too far away, blocking our path as they continuously barked at us …

Why do I feel like these Tibetan mastiffs are trying to stall for time?

Just as I was thinking this, just ahead of us, another large black dot appeared.

The eldest senior brother obviously saw it and said to me with a cold expression, "Youngest junior brother …" "We are probably going to die here today. They are a group. Just now, they used these Tibetan mastiffs to stall for time. The real trump card is yet to be revealed. Look, they have arrived …"

Those people were very fast. A large area of black fog had once been moving towards us in an aggressive manner.

The two Tibetan mastiffs saw that someone was coming, so they barked at us for a while before running towards the group.

With so many of them here, it's already too late for us to run. Behind us are cliffs, and only death awaits us if we jump down, so there's only one path left for us, and that is to carve out a path of blood so that we can leave this place alive.

However, there were quite a few black-clothed men among them. It was unknown if any of them were powerful enough to fight their way out.