If it weren't for his timely evasion, he feared his palm would have been severed completely.
But this was not the point of his astonishment.
What shocked him was the feeling of inevitable doom from that last Slash Strike.
This was unreasonable.
One must know, the young man before him only possessed Eighth Grade cultivation...
His gaze fell upon the small silhouette that was gradually standing up from the stone stool.
Standing on the two-foot-high stool, Xu Changge looked down calmly at the chubby figure a few meters away, while his peripheral vision fleetingly glanced toward the girl who had just called out.
He seemed to have misunderstood that woman.
She appeared to have some skills, managing to resist the group of Eighth Grade cultivated youths to some extent.
And it was during that fleeting glance, Tang Xiangsheng had already abruptly stepped forward, reaching out to grab him with trembling fat, small eyes gleaming with excited laughter:
