Meanwhile.
An angry dragon's roar echoed throughout the city, followed by a figure shooting straight up into the sky.
"Which Sword Cultivator dares to annihilate the members of my Heavenly Dragon Clan?"
As she spoke, the figure launched two consecutive palm strikes at Xue An.
They were so powerful that they seemed they could shake the moon.
But Xue An didn't even give them a glance, instead turning to An Yan with a smile.
"Yan'er, guess how long it will take me to defeat this guy?"
An Yan hesitated briefly before shaking her head, "I don't know!"
As the palm wind reached them, An Yan called out worriedly, "Husband…"
Xue An didn't even turn his head, simply waving his hand with an indifferent gesture.
The once ferocious palm wind immediately fizzled out and dissipated like smoke and clouds.
Seeing this, Long'Er's heart sank, and a look of alarm flashed in her eyes.
