Although Qinglong was seething with anger, he hadn't completely lost his reason. He was reminded by Yellow Hair and his followers of Su Wen's surprising combat strength among those country bumpkins.
Qinglong sneered again, "Heh heh, I almost fell for your trick. You think your broken tile can touch my fine porcelain? Attack, take him down!"
During the time Qinglong spoke, Su Wen had deliberately moved several meters away from Bai Kemeng, ensuring she wouldn't be caught in the chaos.
Su Wen stretched his limbs, and Qinglong's men swiftly pounced towards him.
Whoosh!
A piercing swoosh sounded through the air.
That was Su Wen lightly leaping up and sweeping across with a kick in mid-air.
The height of his jump allowed Su Wen's sweeping right foot to reach the same height as the head of the man attacking him. Caught off guard, the man could only raise his left arm instinctively to block.
