"Who dares touch my brother?"
A voice, still tinged with a hint of youthfulness, drifted out, but the resolute conviction within the words was as unshakeable as refined iron.
The Young Commander clutched his numb right hand. The unexpected blow had just sent his Treasure Saber flying, and his expression was exceedingly grim. His face darkened, and his cold, viper-like eyes stared intently in the direction of the voice.
A slender figure slowly emerged from the dense mist.
The newcomer was none other than Hong Yu!
He had spent a full five days in the Mist Canyon cultivating the Three Flames Palm, finally mastering the first and second techniques through his formidable comprehension.
Mortal-Level Martial Skills were truly extraordinary.
Even with Hong Yu's level of comprehension, it was impossible to grasp it as easily as he did Top-Level Martial Skills.
