"Get lost."
"Scram out of our Shangyuan Alley."
",,,,,,,"
The low-level members of the Qingsha Gang, seeing this momentum and frightened, quickly scurried to the side of Three-eyed, whose face also flashed a trace of resentment and panic.
It was like stirring up a hornet's nest.
Just as the crowd was incensed, suddenly, a piercing sound of air exploding came in rush.
A streak of earthy yellow light shot from the rooftops of the north, with incredible speed, charging towards the two chivalrous men who had stepped in to help.
"Boom!"
A loud noise.
One could see a figure being sent flying, crashing heavily against the wall of a house in the alley, the wall crumbling as he spat out a mouthful of blood with a pained groan.
Another figure was caught by the neck, held firmly by a hand.
Following the line of sight, one saw a man in purple clothing, his hair reddish-yellow, with a face full of horizontal flesh—Great Han—gripping one of the chivalrous men's neck, his eyes fierce.