The battle on the ground was still going.
Long Aotian grew fiercer the longer he fought, showing no sign of fatigue at all. Zhao Ritian was even more like he had only just begun fighting, brimming with energy and burning hot.
Many people were already exhausted, but these two beasts were still bright-eyed and full of spirit, looking ready to fight the heavens for another five hundred years.
Long Aotian was surrounded by the crowd and could not break free.
Two experts pinned down Long Aotian's true qi from the left and right, keeping him from disengaging. At that moment, another person leaped over from behind and slashed his blade toward Long Aotian's back.
Damn it!
Long Aotian thought, Looks like I'll have to take this head-on!
But just then, a beautiful, graceful figure suddenly appeared and chopped that person aside with a kitchen knife.
That person was forced back. After steadying himself and looking carefully, he said, "Your Highness of the Kong Family!? What are you doing!?"
Kong Yirou said with a stern face, "You're not allowed to hurt him!"
That person was furious. "Whose side are you on!? Didn't your Kong Family come here to destroy the Jiang Family!?"
Kong Yirou said, "Destroy the Jiang Family all you want, but Brother Long cannot be killed."
"Are you insane!?"
"She's not insane."
Someone said with a grin, "Long Aotian is King Tiechi's adopted foster son. He can only be surrounded, not killed."
That person was livid. "Then why doesn't King Tiechi take him away!? Isn't this just causing trouble!?"
That person shook his head smugly. "No one can control what my Thirteenth Younger Brother wants to do."
Long Aotian was overjoyed. "Third brother!"
Third Brother looked at Long Aotian. "You brat, have you caused enough trouble yet? You're putting