Seeing the nod, and how they no longer looked at Wang Julong, Yan Xiaobao released a tranquil cloud, quickly suppressing the killing intent and locking it in his Dantian Cave.
Quickly glancing at his chest, Yan Xiaobao urged some of his Qi to enter his meridians, circulating through his body, stopping the bleeding, and working hard to close the wound. Looking at the injury, the green pearl had no interest in assisting Yan Xiaobao in healing it, so Yan Xiaobao sighed and once again faced his opponent.
"Next, please," he said, his voice polite and friendly, yet the words sounded mocking to all who heard them, anger surging in their eyes, their hearts bleeding with hatred.
"Don't overstep yourself," another voice sounded from behind the group in front of him, "you're nothing more than a Master-level cultivator, do you think you can be cocky in front of us?" he asked as he walked forward.
