Just moments ago, Yang Xiao and his group were about to capture the innkeeper, but then a mysterious expert appeared and severely injured everyone with a single strike.
If it weren't for that Skyfoot Centipede, Yang Xiao and the others would have been slain by the mysterious expert by now.
"Brother Wushuang, you're finally here!" Xiang Yang's breath was unstable, clearly having just survived a life-threatening situation. He was still filled with lingering fear as he hurriedly pulled Jian Wushuang behind him, feeling a bit safer only after standing in his shadow.
Jian Wushuang, however, didn't seem too afraid of death. His eyes remained cold, his head held high with pride, and his voice sharp as he said, "Senior Wushuang, it was that black-clad expert who struck just now. With a single palm, he severely injured everyone. He must be a powerful cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage!"
