"Yes!" Zhu Xuechen and the other two replied respectfully.
He circulated his cultivation without holding anything back. Even though the black-robed man was far more powerful than him, and his cultivation was extraordinary, he had no intention of retreating or being afraid. He took a step forward and charged toward Qian An.
The man in the white tiger mask had been locked onto by Wan Chonglou's aura and was unable to make a move. Otherwise, if he revealed any flaws, what awaited him would be a thunderous blow. Facing such an old monster, he did not dare to be careless. He waved his two fingers roughly." Kill!"
Six men in black were left behind to protect Qian An and Old Lu. The remaining dozen men were like cold machines, born to kill. They carried out their orders to the end and charged towards Zhu Xuechen and Old Lu.
