Black Hand Attack

Yang Nianxia's expression darkened completely.

He felt betrayed.

Wu Siduo and Yuanen Yehui had actually both taken Tang Wulin's side.

"Fine. Just fine."

Yang Nianxia trembled with rage, pointing at Tang Wulin and Xie Xie, unable to speak for a long while.

In a fit of fury, he flung his hand aside, turned, and strode forward.

"You're not coming, are you? Fine! I'll go by myself! Let's see whether I can make it to Eastsea City without you!"

He walked quickly, burning with anger as he went farther and farther away.

Tang Wulin watched his retreating back, frowned, and seemed about to say something. In the end, he merely sighed and remained silent.

Xie Xie rolled his eyes, his face full of contempt.

"What a joke."

Wu Siduo opened her mouth as if she wanted to speak, but ultimately said nothing.

Ye Xinglan still looked as though none of this concerned her. Her gaze lingered briefly in the direction Yang Nianxia had left before she withdrew it.

Yuanen Yehui did not even raise an eyelid.

Just then.

Whoosh!

A black shadow flashed out from an alley by the street, moving at an astonishing speed.

The next moment.

Bang!

A dull crash rang out.

Yang Nianxia, who had been walking in front, was slammed viciously into the ground as though an invisible giant hand had pressed down on his head.

The stone pavement cracked beneath the impact.

"Ugh!"

Yang Nianxia let out a muffled groan, blood instantly streaming down from his forehead. He struggled to get up, only to find his head pinned firmly to the ground, leaving him completely unable to move.

The sudden turn of events caught them off guard.

Tang Wulin and the others' expressions changed drastically.

"Stay alert!"

Tang Wulin shouted lowly as his Martial Soul Possession