Feng Lin looked into the distance as the shadow he released faded away.
He sheathed the scalpel in his belt and walked over.
It would be interesting to see just how strong Jiang Yu's combat power actually was.
Apart from Jiang Zhou, the black-robed person was even stronger, with abilities not much different from those of Yan Nong whom he had encountered before.
"Jiang Yu!"
Jiang Zhongqing, clutching his wound, looked at his son in disbelief.
When did he appear here?
"I'm not here to save you. I'm here to save my daughter."
Jiang Yu crushed the javelin and looked coldly at Jiang Zhou, "Have you lost your mind?"
"You're not my target!"
Jiang Zhou, holding the javelin, leaped toward Jiang Zhongqing.
With every step he took, a frost ice footprint appeared on the ground.
Whoosh!
Jiang Zhou appeared in front of Jiang Zhongqing; this time, his target was the man's head.
Whoosh!
