Five silver claws, all three feet long, sent out five beams of sharp power waves. Zhang Ruochen was about to be ripped into shreds.
Boom.
Zhang Ruochen was still sitting cross-legged on the ground while Feng Han flew out instead. Even the five silver claws had broken. His palm was bloody.
Without him realizing, a burly man had appeared before Zhang Ruochen. Dressed in black armor, he stood firmly on the ground, radiating murderous desire.
He was the one who'd broken Feng Han's claws and sent him flying.
Feng Han landed hundreds of feet away. Blood trickled from his lips. When he glanced at the man standing before Zhang Ruochen, his face paled. "First Senior Brother…"
The soldierly man clad in black was indeed Sword Saint Xuanji's first disciple, Saint Qingxiao.