He had already been badly injured to begin with. Now that he went all out to block the sneak attack from behind by Zhao Sinin, his front was naturally left wide open. With a muffled groan, he was sent flying once again.
"Y-you, who are you, how dare you…" Wei Xiaotian spat mouthful after mouthful of blood foam, struggling to get up, but he had only gotten halfway when his strength gave out and he collapsed back onto the ground.
Staring at Zhao Sinin's twisted, grinning face, his eyes were full of unwillingness. Being ambushed and plotted against was one thing, but he didn't even know who this person in front of him was.
No wonder though. Over a hundred Descendants of Divine Guardian had come to the Holy Court; not too many, but not too few either. His mind was entirely on Han Yan, how would he ever pay attention to a small fry like Zhao Sinin.
