His palm relaxed, and yet Master Zhi Xuan was suspended mid-air by the long spear, his vitality gradually slipping away.
Only when Yang Zhenshan pulled out the long spear did his body finally fall to the ground.
As the tip of the spear was extracted, blood still clung to it, slowly dripping onto the bluestone floor, while Yang Zhenshan turned his head to look at a distant house.
It was unknown whose residence it was, nor who might be hiding within.
But that was no longer important, soon the door was smashed open, several blood-soaked soldiers rushed into the house, a scream followed, and then the soldiers came out and began to search the next room.
Yang Zhenshan retracted his gaze, leapt onto the courtyard wall, then soared through the air, rushing towards the direction of the palace.
At this moment, on the palace walls, Yang Minghao and Yang Chengxu were being besieged by numerous martial artists.
