Zhao Yanglin's face showed shock, his eyes full of disbelief:
"Qin... Liu... Dragon King family?"
Everyone present was aware that once Brother Xiao Yuan revealed his identity, it meant this second master of the Zhao family had no chance of survival.
The young man pressed the handle of the umbrella down, covering his face.
"Boom!"
As the sky thundered again, everyone moved.
Tan Wenbin raised his arms parallel, his neck tilted, his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose intimidating Zhao Yanglin.
Run Sheng charged forward, the Yellow River Shovel in his hand slashing down fiercely, not fearing Zhao Yanglin would dodge, but fearing he wouldn't.
Zhao Yanglin, whose senses were severely assaulted, instinctively dodged to evade the apparent danger.
Lin Shuyou preemptively blocked the position Zhao Yanglin was dodging to, smashing down with his double mace.
The first mace shattered the water mist in front of Zhao Yanglin, the second mace dented his chest.
