His gaze was cold, and he was handsome enough to make one hyperventilate.
There was a purple lightning mark between his eyebrows that looked quite bizarre.
Nalan Yan froze a little. She felt that this man was Jiu Ming, but not really like Jiu Ming.
Boom!
The man in the air raised his hand, a lightning bolt from the sky struck Nan Yue.
Nan Yue dodge to the side, but the ground in front of him had been scorched black, leaving a long mark.
"Who are you?" Nan Yue looked up at Jiu Ming and asked in a deep voice.
The man smirked. He raised his hand, and another lightning bolt struck.
This lightning bolt hit Nan Yue's head, and with a boom, it burnt his hair, making him look like he had just crawled out of the beggar's hole; even his clothes were in rags.
"The man who came to save your life!"
The man's voice echoed in the sky for a long time.
