Xiao Zhan’s aura had withered like a dying, old dog. He forced himself to stand and not fall to the ground.

At this moment, he no longer felt any fear, like he had accepted his fate. He had a bitter expression on his face. He didn’t think such an unimportant youth from back then would grow to this level. Just a simple attack had damaged all the meridians in his body.

His nephew Xiao Yun wouldn’t be able to do this either. Fortunately, he had the precious treasure-grade armor his nephew had gotten him from the Flowing Cloud Sect. Otherwise, he would have died here.

Zhao Jiuge only coldly glanced at Xiao Zhan and wasn’t in a rush to kill. Zhao Jiuge didn’t consider them a threat at all.

When Lei Lei saw that the situation was not good, he intended to retreat. When he saw Old Cu and Xiao Zhan block Zhao Jiuge’s attack, he wanted to use this gap to escape.

“Hmph!”

Zhao Jiuge let out a soft snort. He originally didn’t have any killing intent toward this man of unknown origin. However, he shouldn’t have helped the Xiao family e...