"...How are they the same? Here at my side is a sister and a future wife, right, Miss Yang?"
"Just keep a distance from the Turquoise Pool," Yang Qinglan was actually quite sharp-tongued.
Hell Road stood high in the sky, overseeing Zheng Chenggong's army, and finally focused his gaze on Li Changzhou, Yang Qinglan, and the Turquoise Pool.
"Was it you who killed the Saint Master's disciples?" Hell Road asked, his tone like that of a police interrogating a suspect.
"They wanted to kill us first," Li Changzhou said.
"So you dared to kill the Saint Master's disciples?" With that, there was a sudden slap as Hell Road struck out with his palm.
The terrifying strength, condensed to the size of a palm, had barely left his hand when it reached Li Changzhou, quick as lightning.
Li Changzhou blew out a breath, dissipating the palm power.