The Death of Young Lord Xuanyuan

Seeing Ding True Man's troubled expression, Gu Lan waved his hand indifferently.

"Since you're here, let's handle them together."

Gu Simu's temperament was something he knew all too well. There was no way a single Ding True Man could stop her. Since they were already here, they might as well take care of the trouble together.

When Ding True Man saw that Gu Lan didn’t blame him, he relaxed. Quickly, he composed himself and readied for battle.

His cold gaze locked on to the hundred Dao soldiers in front of them.

"Master, these guys aren't weak!"

"Being from the Xuanyuan Clan, they naturally have some tricks up their sleeves."

"While you and the girl deal with these hundred men, leave the rest to me, but be mindful of the hidden experts."

The ones who had fought with him just now had vanished in an instant. He was certain their strength was no less than his own.