Then, another person, holding a tablet, streamed live for the elder of the Xi Yun Zhou Family to see. This person could no longer protect Zhou Ang, because he was too late and also dared not drop the tablet in a flash — that would be disrespectful to the elder of the Zhou Family.
In other words, out of the four martial cultivators protecting Zhou Ang, two were now useless.
There were still two left.
Now, Zhou Ang had even called one over to his side to smash his own knees and legs.
This was a good thing.
Absolutely a good thing.
Another martial cultivator gone.
The only martial cultivator who truly had a chance and time to protect Zhou Ang was left.
If there was only one martial cultivator left, hehe... The gleam deep in Su Chen's eyes grew even more intense!
"Yes." The next moment, the youth known as Little Jiu nodded. Whatever Zhou Ang said, he did, as Zhou Ang was the master and he was the servant, as simple as that.
In Little Jiu's hand, there was now an Iron Hoop.
