Baili Han was infuriated by Zhao Xuanming's words too. He wanted to teach the other party a lesson, and rushed towards Zhao Xuanming to slap his face.
Zhao Xuanming's expression instantly changed. He had not expected them to have such a strong person on their side. Even a Battle Qi Level-8 could not land a blow.
Suddenly, a shadow flew out of the carriage, and something hit Baili Han's palm.
Boom! It was like two giant rocks had collided; the noise was enough to make the ground shake.
Baili Han took a few steps backwards, taking a while to regain his balance.
A young man dressed in black was standing ten steps from him. He looked at Baili Han coolly.
