Passerby
"Step back, Young Miss!" The old man shouted anxiously. His strength suddenly surged as he rose from the ground and pulled Qing Mengmeng away.
At the same time, the old man waved his hand, and a strange blade of wind mixed with black energy instantly slashed the approaching five people.
BANG!
The five people let out a low groan as they were compelled to retreat. They didn't expect the old man, who seemed on the brink of collapse, to have the strength to unleash a powerful attack.
"Run!" The old man shouted at Qing Mengmeng and threw her as far as he could.
"Trash!" Ji Daiyu's face turned ashen. He signaled the remaining four people behind him to eliminate the old man.
Instantly, a powerful aura surged around the old man, sending him flying like a broken kite. Although he was a powerful Divine King, it was too much for him to withstand a combined attack from the four Divine Kings.