"Stop!" a delicate shout rang out.
With lightning speed, Murong Yu Yan blasted a palm strike, forcing the burly man in front of her to be blown away.
She pointed her toes to the ground and charged toward Cheng Tianxue and her companion.
Pfft!
The furious palm print struck Murong Yu Yan's body.
Pfft!
A sweet taste in her chest, Murong Yu Yan sprayed out a mouthful of fresh blood.
Three people and a dog, under the impact of this powerful force, directly fell to the ground.
"Hmph! Useless trash, a full-grown man dealing with a young girl yet still needing this consort to lend a hand, and you dare to call yourself the Squad Leader of the Tianhuang Branch? You're a disgrace to my White Tiger Sect!" the middle-aged woman said with disdain.
