"Boss, let's go!"
Before he finished speaking, Luo Qingtong's hand was already placed on his shoulder.
"Throw a punch."
Luo Qingtong's voice was calm, not even sparing a glance at the incoming attack from the Great Elder.
"Huh?"
Little Tyrant Yuan was momentarily confused.
However, even though his mind was stalled, his body instinctively followed Luo Qingtong's instructions.
In his mind, the boss's words were absolutely correct and must be followed!
Boom!
Little Tyrant Yuan's fist directly swung forward.
Before he could even react, with a sudden bang, he felt his fist seem to hit something, and then instantly knocked the opponent flying.
"Um? What?!
Little Tyrant Yuan was bewildered, realizing only after the opponent had been knocked away that at this time, in this place, the one he'd punched away could only be...
His gaze uncontrollably shifted upward, and then he saw the face of the unknown object he had knocked flying...
It was the Great Elder from Qingfeng Pavilion!
