Boom!
Once again, a loud explosion echoed, and two huge depressions appeared on the ground, like natural coffins, with two people lying motionless inside.
This time, the ghost-faced man clearly intended to take their lives, immediately striking down with his palm.
Whoosh!
A long sword swept past the ghost-faced man from nowhere, embedding near the depression. Seeing this sword, the ghost-faced man's brow furrowed as he landed on the ground.
At this moment, a white figure swiftly moved to the scene, and after standing still, Chen Tianlong widened his eyes, looking incredulous.
"Master Fang Yan! How did he get here?"
Seeing his master, Chen Tianlong was sure he need not worry anymore. Since he dared to show up here, it meant he wasn't afraid of these people.
"Sword God Fang, long time no see!"
The ghost-faced man finally spoke, and from his address, Chen Tianlong could deduce that this ghost-faced man knew Master Fang Yan.
"Haha, if I'm not mistaken, you must be Wu—"
