With that kick, Wan Jianyun's death was certain.
However, neither Wan Linmo nor anyone else made a move to stop it.
Ye Tianling's killing intent erupted. He was ready to begin a massacre, starting with this man.
BUZZ—
At that moment, Ma Liang, the First Saint Son of the Ten Thousand Swords Sacred Land, suddenly acted. With a horizontal palm strike, he pushed Carefree Dustless away.
"Senior Brother Liang, what is the meaning of this?"
Propelled by a wave of Profound Yellow Force, Carefree Dustless staggered back several steps. His face was a mixture of shock and suspicion, with a flicker of hidden anger.
"That's enough. Don't become cannon fodder, and try not to look so pathetic fawning over that so-called Celestial Mandate Divine Son."
Ma Liang gave Carefree Dustless a cool glance, then turned to Ye Tianling with a solemn expression.
"Your timing is impeccable!"
Ye Tianling said with cold sarcasm.
