"This? Is he Master Su's servant?"
Seeing Mo Fei blow up the Purple Robe Man with a single strike, Murong Yan, Murong Bo, Qi Shi... everyone was stunned.
Although everyone vaguely guessed that the big guy following Su Yuan seemed strong, no one expected him to be this powerful!
After dealing with the Purple Robe Man, Mo Fei returned to Su Yuan's side with no intention of making another move.
With the Purple Robe Man taken care of, the pressure on Murong Bo and the others eased a bit.
They stayed vigilant against that mysterious golden wind and finally managed to clean up the group of Ancient Robe Men after some effort.
"How many did we lose?" Murong Bo turned his head and asked.
Murong Jian replied solemnly, "Second Uncle, we lost seventeen people! Nine house servants and guest elders, eight recruited men."
"Seventeen people..."
Murong Bo took a deep breath, his heart sinking slightly.
