"Junior Brother Xiao Ye, we are all disciples of the Holy Palace and should support each other. I hope you won't commit a foolish act!"
Fan Li was panicked and couldn't help but blurt out loudly.
His understanding of the King Martial Dominating Body Fist was superficial at best. Under the assault of two mysterious martial artists, he was already at a disadvantage, and now being distracted, he was plunged into a more arduous situation, severely injured and in agony.
"Fan Li, how thick-skinned you truly are to say such words at this time."
"When you pushed me toward these martial artists, why didn't you think that I am also a disciple of the Holy Palace?" Xiao Ye sneered repeatedly, moving beside Fan Li, his pair of pitch-black eyes flashing with two brilliant beams of Divine Radiance, his entire War Intent boiling over.
Upon hearing Xiao Ye's words, Fan Li trembled even more, his momentum involuntarily shrinking.
