The Yellow Sand Cult's Threat

Old Smoker landed, his expression grim.

Even under a surprise attack, he had still failed to injure Lord Crocodile.

It seemed the enemy's strength truly far surpassed his own.

However, the situation was dire, and escape was impossible.

He could only fight to the death.

"A Jie, are you all right?"

The Level 12 Martial Guard from the Broken Blade Tavern nodded.

"Boss, I can still hold on!"

Old Smoker's expression turned vicious.

"Good!"

"Then fight alongside me!"

"I'd like to see whether this Level 12 Martial Guard from the Yellow Sand Cult can withstand the two of us attacking him together!"

The Level 12 Martial Guard called A Jie grew anxious.

"Boss, you..."

He wanted Old Smoker to leave first, but when the words reached his lips and he saw Old Smoker's resolute gaze, he immediately answered,

"Yes!"

The two quietly spread out, one on each side, surrounding Lord Crocodile.

Lord Crocodile gave a sinister smile.

"Overestimating yourselves!"

His withered, emaciated palm extended and lightly fanned once.

Whoosh!

A violent gale instantly tore through the entire tavern.

Old Smoker and A Jie immediately felt an endless pressure surge toward them from ahead.

They hurriedly circulated their qi and blood, attempting to erect a barrier against the whirlwind-like energy.

But just as they moved,

they saw a pair of enormous, withered palms descend before their eyes, like pillars holding up the heavens.

Boom!

Old Smoker and A Jie were instantly crushed down onto their knees, finding it difficult even to raise their heads.

"Hahahaha, Old Smoker, what do you have to say now?"

Seeing this, Quake became even more pleased with himself.

He stepped forward several paces and stood beside Lord Crocodile, looking down arrogantly at Old Smoker and the others.

"I really didn't expect you to be a