"This King is not dead yet, and you dare to touch this king's daughter? Laughable?"
The corners of his mouth curled up into a cold smile. His eyes were filled with contempt and sarcasm as he stared coldly at the man in front of him.
ye yuche's eyes turned cold. his palm was like the wind, and in an instant, it was already in front of di cang's eyes.
In the face of this palm that he had expected, di Cang's eyes became even more gloomy. He turned his body slightly to the side and dodged his attack.
Shortly after, the purple robe fluttered across the sky and landed behind ye yuche in the blink of an eye.
BOOM!
A strong wind suddenly blew. Ye yuche turned around and faced di Cang.
In the sky, there seemed to be a storm around the two of them. Under the strong storm, even the sky became gloomy and no longer had its usual color.
"father, don't worry about beating the bad guys. i will protect my sister."
