"Hey, Young Miss." One of them stretched out to pull Feng Jiu, who was sitting on the horse, but hadn't expected Old White would turn around and raise its hoof and kick him backwards. The speed was so fast and the strength was so great that the cultivator was unable to dodge in time, so he was kicked and fell to the ground.
"Ughh!"
A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth and the cultivator's face turned pale. He stared at Old White, and after a while, he shouted: "Why are you standing here? Put down the horse!"
When the other cultivators came out of their shock, they drew their swords immediately and prepared to make a move. However, before they were able to make a move, they saw a team of city guards surrounding them and shouting.
"Fighting in the street and causing trouble! By the order of the City Lord, arrest them all!"
