Outside the window, Xuanyuan Mo Ze wrapped his arms around Feng Jiu and spun around to dodge the knife. However, just as they stabilised themselves, they noticed a middle-aged man in a wheelchair in their path, staring coldly at them.
When the person's gloomy eyes passed over Xuanyuan Mo Ze and fell on Feng Jiu, Xuanyuan Mo Ze frowned and a touch of chilly killing intent flashed in his black eyes.
The cold look in the middle-aged man's eyes, as if he had found his prey, made Xuanyuan Mo Ze attack him right away. The strong airflow converged to become the palm wind that roared out. The fierce killing intent pressed up towards the opponent.
"Whoosh!"
When he saw Xuanyuan Mo Ze come to attack, the middle-aged man squinted with no fear. His hand slapped the wheelchair, causing both himself and the wheelchair to fly. His palms simultaneously gathered spirit energy breath and struck Xuanyuan Mo Ze.
