The one speaking was a Mortal Level Ninth Layer martial artist in a blue robe.
With thick eyebrows and large eyes, a sallow face, and yellowed teeth, he appeared to be around fifty years old. Holding a fine steel machete, he stared menacingly at Ya Sang.
There was a bruise on his thigh, stained with blood, with a clear line of teeth marks.
"Did you hear me? You better hand that brat over to me! That damned kid dared to bite me; I will surely chop him up!"
The martial artist in the blue robe with thick eyebrows and large eyes was relentless.
"Brother Huang, this little girl refuses to move aside, how about we deal with her too?"
A blue-robed martial artist laughed lewdly, his eyes showing lust.
"That's a good idea."
Brother Huang smiled wickedly.
"What is all this commotion?"
Suddenly, a clear voice called out, followed by a wave of primordial power that made everyone anxious.
