"Damn it!"
Chen Shuanghua and Meng Jiuxiang's faces turned ashen. In an instant, they realized they had fallen into the trap of Liu Chenzhou and his ilk. He had deliberately lured them here and set a scheme to split their party apart.
"Little Youmeng!" Xi Buwei cried out in alarm, almost immediately leading his trusted followers charging into the hall.
Bang!
Yet the instant he burst into the chamber, two black shadows suddenly shot out from the darkness within, both slamming their palms toward Xi Buwei's chest.
The sudden assault caught Xi Buwei completely off guard. Though he did his utmost to block the palm strikes, the terrifying Palm Strength that followed was more than he could withstand in his haste. He was blasted flying, blood bursting from his mouth in midair before he could suppress it.
The trusted followers behind him hurriedly retreated and caught him.
Chen Shuanghua and Meng Jiuxiang, who had been rushing forward, abruptly stopped upon seeing Xi Buwei sent flying. Grave wariness flashed through their eyes.
"Heaven Soul Realm Seven Breaths!"
Xi Buwei steadied himself, forcibly suppressing the surging blood and qi within him. The hands he had used to exchange blows trembled faintly.
His injuries had only recently healed. Although his cultivation had improved and he was not weaker than these two black shadows, he had not fought at full strength for a long time and could not bring all his power to bear at once—let alone in such a rushed defense.
As he looked at the two gaunt old men walking out of the hall, he felt pressure unlike anything he had ever known.
"Who are you people?"
"Release our Young Miss!"
Chen Shuanghua and Meng Jiuxiang shouted one after another, their eyes brimming with killing intent.
As Xi Buwei's aura surged, a