As they faced this sudden turn of events, quite a few Tunling Clan experts atop the black clouds shuddered in alarm.
Even though they had never seen this man before, the terrifying pressure he exuded was not inferior to that of the Spirit Devouring Venerable Saint.
The two were at least beings of the same level. Even Tunling Clan members at the Dou Zun level could see that much.
The Spirit Devouring Venerable Saint no longer moved to stop him. Instead, he raised a hand and caught Saint Li before he could fall.
"It seems the Hun Clan truly has little left. You actually freed up your hands so quickly."
The Spirit Devouring Venerable Saint did not feel the slightest bit troubled by Zhu Kun's arrival. His dark eyes were as still as an ancient well, as though even this Nine Star Dou Sheng before him was merely an obstacle he could cross at any moment.
"Gu Yuan can handle the Hun Clan. Besides, now that Hun Tiandi is dead, I can't be bothered with that damned Hun Clan."
Zhu Kun spoke disdainfully, then hurriedly turned to Zi Yan. His eyes were full of heartache as he said, "My good daughter, are you hurt? Your father came too late, too late. Did that bastard hurt you? Huh?"
"Don't worry. Your father is here to protect you. That bastard won't have a single piece of flesh left intact. I'll vent your anger for you! Huh—?"
Zhu Kun could not be bothered to speak with these disgusting filth before him. In this entire world, no one could possibly be more important than his daughter.
Zi Yan, somewhat dusty and disheveled, was actually a little surprised when she saw Zhu Kun.
The emotions that welled up within her at that moment could not