Hearing Xu Zimei's words, the man in the yellow shirt let out a cry of alarm.
He shouted, "Lin Qiu, what do you think you're doing?
Are we not fellow disciples of the same Sect, do you really want us to slaughter each other?"
"You disciples from Green Skies Peak come to my Great Skies Peak to strut around and even steal my maidservant. No matter how you look at it, I'm in the right here," Xu Zimei said calmly.
"If you dare to lay a hand on me, Shen Lang senior brother will never let you off," the man in the yellow shirt shouted, somewhat panicky.
Before he could finish speaking, the two guards beside him had already made their move.
One palm strike each, landing directly on the knees of the man in the yellow shirt.
With two "crack" sounds, the man in the yellow shirt knelt on the ground and cried out in pain.
The pain radiating from his legs was unbearable, his body curled up like a shrimp.
