"You're courting death!!"
Beneath the mask of the Gold-armored Martial Artist, his face instantly turned ashen, murderous intent erupting like a savage blade.
Boom!
The space where he stood shattered, violent winds rampaged, swallowing a fleeting afterimage whole.
"Leave him here for me!"
Chen Wanxing followed close behind, showing no fear toward Wuhou Hall, his mind occupied by one burning thought: to seize Xu Yang with his own hands, and tear him to pieces!
No one could stop him!
"Teacher, I have to rely on you again."
Xu Yang faced the deadly threat, forcing a bitter smile.
"It seems there's still a turn for the better!" Yet Gu Jun wasn't in any hurry to act.
Xu Yang's face betrayed shock and confusion—a turn for the better?
Boom!
A figure flashed like lightning to Xu Yang's side, striking with a palm that forced back the Gold-armored Martial Artist!
"Bai Song?"
