Hei Qing stared in utter disbelief at the slender figure that had appeared beside him. Especially when he saw the latter's palm resting lightly atop the red-faced elder's head, his eyelids began twitching violently...
"Who are you, sir? I am Elder Huo Zhan of North Dragon Island!"
The red-faced elder's body had also completely frozen at this moment. He did not dare move in the slightest. He could sense the terrifying power contained within the palm resting on his head. He knew clearly that with a light tremor of that hand, his head would burst into a cloud of blood in an instant...
Where did this freak come from? Why hadn't I sensed even the slightest fluctuation from his approach?
The red-faced elder's gaze flickered uncertainly, and his expression changed rapidly.
"Let go of him..."
Xiao Yan glanced at him indifferently and said.
The red-faced elder's expression shifted slightly. His eyes spun rapidly as he said, "I'll count to three, and we'll let go at the same time. How about it?"
"Xiao Yan, kill him! He's a Half-Saint from North Dragon Island, and his status is far above mine. One life for one life—it's worth it!"
Hei Qing roared in a low voice, his face flushed purple.
A cold glint flashed through the red-faced elder's eyes. He immediately wanted to crush Hei Qing's head, but when he thought of the mysterious man beside him, whose face he had not even seen, he could only suppress the killing intent in his heart and ask in a deep voice, "What does sir think?"
"Fine..."
Xiao Yan smiled.
"Good. One, two, three!"
The red-faced elder was delighted. The three numbers flew from his mouth, and when the last one fell, he felt the icy palm on his head move away. He hurriedly released