"This is my second uncle. With him here, the Thousand Hands Fist King will not dare to do anything to you."
Standing next to Long Yan, Leng Yuexi whispered, exhaling a long-held breath of relief.
Long Yan faintly smiled. Cold Hundred Refinement is a seventh-level Martial King. The Thousand Hands Fist King would naturally not be his match, not to mention the status of Cold Hundred Refinement is not something the Thousand Hands Fist King can afford to offend.
"Cold Hundred Refinement, you have quite a big mouth!"
At that moment, a robust voice came from the sky, followed by a figure descending from the heavens.
"Boom!"
The entire street trembled under the force of the landing. The blue stone floor within ten meters was reduced to dust.
The newcomer was an imposing middle-aged man. He stood over two meters tall, his face chiseled and his eyes huge under thick eyebrows. His exposed muscular figure suggested explosive strength.
