His companion immediately crushed the bamboo. A ball of blue flames rushed into the sky, illuminating most of the night sky.
"Who are you? You actually dare to touch my subordinates! You're tired of living!"
A powerful roar rolled over from the sky, carrying a vast pressure, making Qing Yan vomit a mouthful of blood on the spot!
What terrifying strength!
This person was—
In the dark night, that person was so fast that only shadows were left. In a few shuttles, he saved the bandits from Shadow Thirteen and the others. Then, without waiting for them to react, he suddenly sent a palm wind towards the most gorgeous tent!
That was Yan Jiuchao's tent!
Yan Jiuchao did not have any martial arts. If he was hit by his palm, he would definitely die on the spot! Shadow Thirteen and Ah Wei instantly flashed to the tent and used all their strength to receive his palm wind.
