Lu Zhou saw the other person's appearance clearly; he was not too surprised. Apart from Yi Yao, who could have blocked the fatal palm strike for Xiahou Sheng?
Yi Yao was dressed in another black robe. One of his hands was raised, his palm facing the sky. His other arm was… broken.
At this moment, the energy arrow lodged in Xiahou Sheng's chest finally dissipated. A joyful expression could be seen on his face as he clutched his wounded chest and kneeled on one knee. "Thank you for saving my life, Lord Yi!"
As expected, Yi Yao was colluding with the people in the capital.
Lu Zhou was not surprised. He looked at Yi Yao and Xiahou Sheng calmly. The energy arrow was just slightly lacking. Otherwise, it would have been able two kill two people at once. It could only be blamed on the puppet for having too much life. Nevertheless, this was just a small test of the supreme mystic power.
