"How dare you speak like that? Old Wang, shut his mouth for me!"
Jiang Ran's eyebrows furrowed as he pointed coldly at Yang Tianxiao.
"Yes!"
The hunched old man behind him moved like a specter, appearing in front of Yang Tianxiao in the blink of an eye.
He slapped him across the face.
Boom!
Yang Tianxiao's head twisted sideways, and he was flung out, sliding more than ten meters across the ground before coming to a stop.
The lantern in his hand was smashed to pieces on the ground, plunging the brightly lit underground cavern into darkness.
Yang Tianxiao covered his face, which was all numb and swollen; his countenance was eerily somber. "What are you standing there for? Attack!"
The Grandmasters of Kai Shan Hall immediately unleashed their power.
Others who had come to snatch the Fenglin Map backed away swiftly upon hearing the sizzle of electricity, frightened.
No wonder this young man dared to take the fragment.