Xiao Zhan's Celestial Profound Realm kick shattered the clothes on Yang the Third's back, crushed his chest in, and sent him flying for two hundred meters.
As luck would have it.
Yang the Third landed just ten meters from Jiang Feng.
Jiang Feng, hiding in the grass.
Through a slit, he saw Yang the Third's eyes wide open in death.
"Mr. Yang?"
Han Tieshan wore a helpless expression.
With Xiao Zhan's temper, not killing Yang the Third would be strange—he couldn't save him even if he tried.
"Damn it!"
Xiao Zhan was filled with righteous indignation.
He felt that Yang the Third had messed up the whole plan.
"King Xiao, what are you all doing?"
With such a commotion, how could Daoist Heihu and Tree Vine Immortal not notice? Both got down from a spacious, luxurious carriage and quickly arrived before the others.
