The Kylin Phantom, swirling above a massive fist imprint, crashed down towards the two who were fiercely sparring.
The young man in white and the tall man were both shocked, not expecting someone to strike at both of them at the same time.
"Courting death!"
"Overestimating oneself!"
Cold shouts came from both of their mouths as they saw the young man in white blast out with a palm strike and the tall man sweep with a finger.
Boom!!!!
The fist imprint collapsed, and the Kylin Phantom dissipated, but both were shaken back a couple of steps.
The young man in white's eyes flickered; he had already discerned who the newcomer was.
Fang Lin stood above the firmament, indifferently observing the two below, his gaze shifting slowly from the tall man to the young man in white.
"I didn't expect to encounter you here," Fang Lin said, his voice bearing little fluctuation as he spoke to the young man in white.
