"What a fierce kid. Even the Hell Hornets can't do anything to him!"
Ji Lu squinted at the battle in the distance and chuckled.
"Judging by skills, he's at least a Black-rank disciple from the Nine Yang Academy. I thought that all the people who came were Yellow-rank disciples from the three academies. I didn't expect there to be a surprise!"
Wan Zhaokun glanced at him and said indifferently.
"That kid isn't weak. He also has three Long Breath Stage disciples with him. Even if the two of us join forces, it will still take some effort to take him down. We've already captured enough people tonight. It's better not to complicate matters. Let's leave quickly. The reinforcements from the Martial Enforcement Hall should be arriving soon."
