From their words, he learned that they were descendants of the Li family of Mad Devils, a heavenly-ranked family from the Chaos Battle Sect, the foremost Dao Sect of the Eastern Lands.
Mad Devil... Shi Yongheng seemed to remember this person. He had also been a hero who fought against Zhan Tian, though Shi Yongheng did not know what had become of him. Most likely, he was already dead.
The other two quietly moved in different directions, blocking off the paths of escape.
Suddenly, little Zhuque frowned as she spotted Li Ruolan and the others. She immediately flapped her wings and charged in one direction—straight at Li Changming. Sure enough, she had chosen the weakest target.
Li Changming sensed little Zhuque's intentions, and his handsome face flushed red. A flying sword shot from his sleeve as he manipulated the heaven-and-earth energy to bombard little Zhuque fiercely.
Little Zhuque rolled her eyes at Li Changming. Her body flickered from side to side like lightning. The flying sword's assault was indeed fierce, but it failed to harm her in the slightest.
"Miss Ruolan, Brother, tighten the encirclement!" Seeing little Zhuque draw near, Li Changming grew anxious. Yet he could not bring himself to ask for help, so he could only shout this.
Just as little Zhuque was about to tear Li Changming apart, Li Changfeng could no longer hold back. After all, Li Changming was his own younger brother. He flung a flying wheel from his sleeve. It was initially only the size of a bronze mirror, but as it spun, it gradually enlarged until it reached a full zhang in diameter. Blades covered its rim, glinting with chilling light as it slashed forward at high speed.
The flying wheel was too sharp for little Zhuque to take head-on. She immediately retreated