Wen Ping glanced at Mountain Dog.
Han Yun didn’t understand what Wen Ping meant.
If it was laughter, but Wen Ping hadn’t laughed at all.
The next moment, a dog came into his view.
Though he didn’t pay much attention, what Wen Ping said next made him feel incredulous.
"Kill him!"
With that, Wen Ping surprisingly retracted the Meridian Gate.
Heh!
Heh!
Two chilling laughs suddenly echoed.
Han Yun’s expression hardened; though he didn’t know where the laughter came from, he was already furious. How dared someone at the Lower Profound Realm touch the Secret Treasure and speak insolently about killing him?
The sword in his hand directly initiated a move!
Seeing the situation, Yu Mo quickly grabbed Qin Mo and retreated, then heard Qin Tian suddenly shout, "Han Yun, come at me, but do not harm my grandson!"
"Grandfather, you’ll be fine."
Qin Mo responded, as Yu Mo lifted him, ran a hundred meters before stopping. As soon as they stopped, they turned their heads—Wen Ping’s place was already ravaged by Sword Qi.
The visible blue Sword Qi swirled around Han Yun, forming a Sword Qi Shield.
The sword is a weapon.
So is Sword Qi.
Han Yun coldly said, "Killed my Alliance Chief, dared to touch the Secret Treasure, face death, old man!"
The sword unleashed.
Over ten Sword Qis swept with his sword towards Wen Ping.
At this moment, a crimson iron chain appeared out of thin air, smashing down towards the approaching Han Yun. Han Yun coldly glanced at the chain, muttering, "Is this your backup plan?"
Turning his sword edge, Han Yun immediately confronted the chain.
Crack!
The sound of iron chain and Long Sword clashing came, the rampant Sword Qi dissipated into nothing once shaken by the chain. In this clash, Han Yun was directly struck back ten meters.
Two grooves carved out at the foot of the hill!
"Brother Han Yun!"
"I’m alright!"
After Han Yun’s response, Han Zhan quickly vibrated his veins, his fists launched dozens of fist shadows, pressing towards Wen Ping like clouds. In an instant, sand and stones flew, fist shadows and Vein Qi intertwined, reaching Wen Ping’s face.
Woof!
A dog’s bark echoed.
Before Han Zhan realized what had happened, a flaming dog paw pressed down.
Bam!
The next moment, where Han Zhan stood, a crash resembling a meteor striking the earth sounded.
Han Zhan’s fist shadows abruptly disappeared. As everyone focused their gaze, Han Zhan was forcibly buried into the ground, his knees directly submerged up to the thighs—kneeling in the suddenly appeared dog paw print.
"That dog!"
Zhantian Qingxuan instinctively glanced back upon hearing the crash, stunned on the spot.