Crisis Resurfaces

When the blade of light fell, even the air trembled faintly, as though it were being sliced apart by the blade. Sweat dripped from Yang Chen's forehead as he felt the terrifying might emanating from it.

Boom! The blade of light crashed down from the sky and cleaved a gaping fissure through dozens of zhang of ground.

Yang Chen knew full well that he had only survived because he had dodged in time. Otherwise, he would most likely have already perished.

Yang Chen raised his head and looked upward. With a rustling sound, several dozen people appeared at once!

And the one leading them was none other than his old acquaintance, the Black Scorpion Emissary!

The instant Yang Chen saw them, his heart jolted. He abruptly waved his hand, and Liquid Fire Transformation swept forth, snatching Jiang Caiying from afar and placing her behind him.

Jiang Caiying had been frightened out of her wits as well. Only after returning behind Yang Chen did she come back to her senses. Seeing the people of the Black Dragon Cult, seeing the enemies who had taken away her master, Jiang Caiying clenched her fists, already prepared to die. Yet she had no idea what Yang Chen was supposed to do.

She could die without regret, but what about Yang Chen? Would it not be a terrible waste for him to die here with her today?

As for Zhang Huafeng, when he saw the Black Scorpion Emissary, it was as if he had seized the last straw that could save his life. Panting heavily, he ran toward the Black Scorpion Emissary.

"Senior Black Scorpion, Senior Black Scorpion, save me!" Zhang Huafeng cried. "My master is your friend. You can't just stand by and watch me die!"

With a wave of his hand, the Black