Seemingly casually, the arriving person threw two punches, directly injuring Li Wanzhao. This kind of strength is vaguely already no less than his own.
Buzz~~
After Yang Pan was rescued, his frantically retreating body was suddenly held by a powerful hand behind him, stopping in the sky above Heavenly Street, a thousand feet from the Martial Arts Truth Hall.
"Who are you?"
He looked at the young man behind him, who seemed only fifteen or sixteen years old, with appreciation and curiosity, but then he was attracted to the armor the young man wore.
The armor was a dark black gilded heavy armor, with overlapping dragon scale patterns all over the armor body. At the joints, a Qiu Dragon's mouth was embossed, the shoulder armor cast into reversed dragon tooth shape, cold and sharp, with an inner lining of dark golden dragon pattern silk robe, and an outer cloak of dark gold embroidery, moving like a black dragon stirring clouds even without wind.
