Xuanjin people?
Anpei Lan raised an eyebrow, growing more curious about this man's identity. He had never heard of Xiao Yu's name—who exactly was this person?
However, before he could ask, Patch and Ossero couldn't hold back any longer and charged forward once again.
"The Divine Herb is ours!" Patch shouted coldly, rushing forward with the Holy Sword.
Xiao Yu glanced at him coldly and began to fight him mercilessly.
The man's fists carried a strong gust of wind, and the overwhelming Inner Breath made it hard to catch his breath. The more Patch fought, the more alarmed he became; since when did Xuanjin have such a master?
In a moment of distraction, Xiao Yu's fist landed on Patch's shoulder. The robust inner force, mixed with a terrifying killing aura, enveloped Patch, making him pale on the spot. He quickly chanted a few words in his mouth, and a dazzling white light spread out from him as the center, causing Xiao Yu's punching wind to suddenly halt.
