Wang Chen had always been ruthlessly vicious. Once he struck, blood had to be spilled. As he looked at the somewhat panicked Mu Qingluan before him, a trace of cruelty flashed through his eyes.
He was even secretly hoping that Venerable Wind would be a little slower, so he could savor the feeling of his dagger piercing Mu Qingluan's snowy-white skin.
But in the very next moment as Wang Chen's thoughts ran wild, he discovered a large hand beside him that effortlessly seized his head.
His flawless sneak attack and assassination attempt had actually been completely anticipated by this person.
The sharp pain in his skull reminded Wang Chen that this was no illusion, while the daggers in his hands had already been knocked away in advance.
"So strong!" This was Wang Chen's only thought amid his panic.
"Senior Brother, that's Wang Chen from Yellow Spring Pavilion. He's the most ruthless one around—beat him up hard!" Mu Qingluan, who was being shielded to one side by Xiao Yan, called out with a smile.
Xiao Yan nodded and said in a low voice, "Alright!"
With a backhanded slap, he struck Wang Chen on the jaw, making Wang Chen's head buzz violently.
At the same time, Wang Chen's jaw was immediately dislocated, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
Xiao Yan had been watching Wang Chen's actions all along. He had clearly been plotting to sneak attack Mu Qingluan, and Xiao Yan had always disliked people with such vicious intentions.
Wang Chen was, after all, a genius cultivated by Yellow Spring Pavilion. Though Xiao Yan's appearance had caught him off guard at first, he now gathered black Dou Qi and attacked Xiao Yan's throat and groin like a venomous snake.
Seeing Wang Chen's counterattack, Xiao Yan merely snorted coldly. He