As Luo Badao was retreating, he was about to be sneak-attacked by someone behind him.
If that blade were to come down, he wouldn't die, but he would be seriously injured.
By then, the Yanhuang Hall side would be completely at a disadvantage. Even if Qing Yue didn't make a move, they would find it difficult to break free, not to mention that Qing Yue was watching them like a hawk from the sidelines.
At this moment, everyone on the Yanhuang Hall side had a solemn expression on their faces.
"Heh heh, die!"
The Holy Mansion man with the triangular eyes and a vicious expression on his face swung his knife toward Luo Badao's back.
Just as the knife was about to strike, suddenly, a shadow flashed.
When the crowd could see clearly again, a figure appeared beside the Holy Mansion man with triangular eyes, and kicked him hard on the body.
Bang.
The man with the triangular eyes didn't even have time to react before he was hit hard and sent flying into the wall.
Boom.
