The sudden upheaval left everyone's eyes too dazzled to take it all in. They looked around in shock, yet no one had seen who had struck and thrown Yan Zhuixing back. The giant palm that had appeared from thin air quietly vanished, as mysteriously as it had appeared.
They exchanged questioning looks, but all shook their heads slightly, indicating that they had not seen who had acted. An inexplicable fear spread through their hearts. None had expected such a master to be hidden within Lingfang Valley.
Only then did someone turn their gaze toward Crocodile Immortal Lord on the small hillside not far away. His face was unfamiliar, and no one could see through his cultivation. Nobody knew him. Yet his head full of little braids was exactly like Yue Qianchou's. Quite a few people suspected that he had made the move. However, he seemed to have been standing there all along. No one had seen him move.
Bing Chengzi, who had been fighting Nong Zhu, was greatly startled. He struggled free and flashed into the crater, hauling Yan Zhuixing out. Anxiously, he asked, "Are you all right?" Yan Zhuixing was covered in dust. Blood had seeped from his seven apertures, leaving him in a miserable state. He had clearly been badly shaken, yet he still shook his head to indicate that he was fine.
Fortunately, he had already forged his Demonic Body. Otherwise, even if that blow had not killed him, it would have gravely wounded him.
Nong Zhu swiftly flashed over after him and landed beside Yue Qianchou. He glared at Li Duxing and shouted, "Old ghost, are you crazy?! You attacked without even asking what was black and what was white!" Yue Qianchou merely snorted, too lazy to pay them any mind. His gaze settled on Yan