A potent Holy Might surged forth like an approaching storm. Fierce winds howled through the heavens and earth, bending every flower, blade of grass, and tree.
Li Mingliang and Li Qingyue were weaker, and they felt as if an invisible mountain was crushing them. The pressure on their internal organs was tremendous. Instantly, their faces turned pale, and they stumbled backward as blood trickled from the corners of their mouths.
A brilliant ray of Holy Light shot from the distance, appearing before the three of them in the blink of an eye.
It was none other than the Copper Tiger Saint.
He had originally intended to personally escort Su Han and the others back to earn favor with the Nineteenth Prince. He never expected that in just a single minute, all the men he had sent would be slain.
His eyes ignited with a towering rage as he gazed upon the pitiful, dismembered corpse of the brocade-clad man.
