Nothing a Palm Strike Couldn’t Solve

The black figure wore a mask. He grabbed Crown Prince Liu Zhi before he landed on the ground. He looked up at Si Wuya who was speeding toward them and said in a gruff voice, "Your Highness, retreat!"

"Stop him no matter what!" Liu Zhi said in a hoarse voice.

"Understood!" A peculiar energy surged out of the masked man immediately. He pushed away from the ground and launched deadly palm seals into the air.

Si Wuya frowned. He did not expect there to be such an elite by Crown Prince Liu Zhi's side. He immediately flapped his wings and flew at a lower altitude.

"Hm?" The masked man did not expect Si Wuya would have no interest in fighting him. He saw Si Wuya continue to speed toward Liu Zhi. Si Wuya's speed was too fast!

With his wings, Si Wuya's speed was on par with the small chariot. Liu Zhi who was without a chariot did not stand a chance at all.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Energy needles shot out everywhere.