Whoosh...
Instantly, a figure appeared right in front, and Ye Qiu's attack hadn't even hurt him; instead, a palm landed on Ye Qiu's chest, sending him flying to the ground.
Ji Wuming slowly landed, coughed a few times; his condition was far from good, otherwise, just that palm would have been enough to claim Ye Qiu's life.
Ye Qiu patted his chest, the painfully hot palm imprint still faintly aching.
This Ji Wuming seemed to be barely breathing, yet his actions were unexpectedly fierce.
If he hadn't protected his body in time with the power of the Black Flame, forming a cloak of Black Flame that possessed extremely strong defensive power, Ji Wuming's palm, even if not fatal, would have shattered his internal organs.
"Ye, are you okay?" Jin Shanshun hurriedly supported Ye Qiu, who shook his head: "I won't die."
"So your surname is Ye... Since when did an ancient Ye clan appear in the Ancient Lands?" Ji Wuming's ears twitched, his gaze on Ye Qiu, prompting him to ponder.