Seven or eight of his underlings were all subdued by Wen Muchu. A few of them fainted on the spot, while the rest were scared out of their wits and peed in their pants.
Lan Xiao had always known that he was very good at fighting. Two or three people were never a problem for him.
However, she did not expect that he would be so good at fighting with seven or eight people, two of whom were armed with swords, and under the premise of protecting her.
A person like him was destined to be a King. Even if he grew up in a commoner's home, his brilliance would not be hidden.
Ling city, such a small place, was destined not to belong to him.
He should be an Eagle soaring in the sky and not trapped in this small Ling city.
Lan Xiao's strength was also slowly recovering. Compared to her previous weakness, she could now stand on her own.
However, she was still in Wen Muchu's arms, her entire body was tightly locked in his embrace.
