Just a few days ago, Li Shun was unable to discern Yang Fei's Martial Arts Realm.
But today, at first glance, this fellow is definitely more than a Mingjin Earth-grade Martial Artist.
Is he here to save lives, or to deliver death?
Li Shun wanted to cry but had no tears.
Li Shun did not know what had happened to Yang Fei.
A seemingly unfathomable supreme master had, within a few days, become a Mingjin Master.
This was more unbelievable than a hen turning into a duck.
"Brother Yang Fei, you go first, I'll cover our retreat."
Almost instantly, Li Shun had sized up the situation.
He was a man of loyalty, and immediately stood in front of Yang Fei to cover his departure.
Bai Yang also positioned himself to Li Shun's left side, ready to launch a suicidal attack on the Iron-faced Assassin.
"Heh heh, no one is going to leave here alive, die!"
The Iron-faced Assassin let out a sinister laugh, his figure becoming blurry and unclear.
