Zhang Yihui and the rest of Ancient Emperor Holy Ground’s experts were thrilled to watch Fang Xing’s attack land on Huang Xiaolong without suspense. However, Zhang Yihui turned to Duan Xuan, and asked with concern, “Master, Junior Brother Fang Xing wouldn’t have killed Huang Xiaolong with one punch, right?” 

Duan Xuan shook his head, smiling as he answered, “Don’t you worry. Your Junior Brother Fang Xing is well measured in his action. Huang Xiaolong has two complete dao saint godheads, two saint physiques, and two saint bloodlines, that attack would only give him heavy injuries, and render him incapacitated, but it won’t take his life!”

Zhang Yihui’s nerves relaxed upon hearing that.

If Huang Xiaolong were to really die there, the four Primal Ancestors' wrath was not something their Ancient Emperor Holy Ground could afford despite having Mo Cangli and that mysterious expert backing them. 

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