The luxurious wooden carriage was flung out at high speed, slamming into a huge boulder nearby, instantly smashing to pieces. In that moment, Situ Deqing saw the person inside the carriage, the white-haired old man, and the bronze lamp he was guarding.
As well as the youth sitting cross-legged.
Situ Deqing's eyes instantly became fixed, and murderous intent surged in his heart.
"It's you?!"
"Li Guan, are you playing me?!"
He looked at Li Guan, feeling the rise of killing intent, and as he moved in a flash, he sensed another wave of murderous Qi targeting him. His gaze shifted away from the second-floor Li Guan, away from Zu Wenyuan, and locked onto the bronze lamp.
The bronze lamp flickered.
Situ Deqing attempted to get closer and strike again.
As the bronze lamp shimmered, that killing intent once again locked on him.
Situ Deqing saw Zu Wenyuan protecting the lamp and naturally made his judgment—
