Xu Potian in Peril!

Xu Potian was sent flying, blood spraying from his mouth as he crashed to the ground, unable to rise.

His face filled with horror. Huang Yelang was far too terrifying.

The other man had merely taken one step toward him, yet Xu Potian had not even seen how he attacked!

They were about the same age, of the same generation, yet before Huang Yelang, he was like a child—unable to withstand a single blow!

"Damn it! I've clearly grown so much stronger. Why am I still such a weak chicken before this guy?" Xu Potian spat out blood, his heart filled with unwillingness.

"Successor of the Blade Emperor? Nothing much!" Huang Yelang sneered.

He had heard of the Blade and Sword Brothers; their reputation was resounding. He had thought Xu Potian had some skill, but he had not expected him to be this weak.

If not for his regard for the Blade Emperor, Xu Potian would already have been a dead man after that strike.

But that was all the face the Blade Emperor would get.

So long as he did not kill him, anything else went.

"Stop! You... Aah!"

Thunderstorm had a fiery temper. Though he knew perfectly well that he was no match, there was no way he would bow his head!

But his end was equally miserable. Before he could even finish speaking, demon blood sprayed from his mouth as he was sent flying.

"Huang Yelang, are you really going to be this arrogant and give my master, the Blade Emperor, no face?" Xu Potian caught Thunderstorm and slowly got to his feet.

He understood now. Fighting was definitely not an option!

He could only rely on his backer.

"I spared your life. That was already giving the Blade Emperor plenty of face! Otherwise, you would be