Who Can Save Him

"Master!"

"Second Master!"

"Second Uncle!"

A few cries of alarm came out, and that Yu family clan squeezed forward and came to the front of the stage to look at Second Master Yu whose face was white and whose mouth was overflowing with blood, and each one of them reddened their eyes.

"Second Brother, come down!"

An older middle-aged man looked at his Second Brother on the stage, his fists clenched tightly under his sleeves. Their strength was still far from enough to compare with that Western District City Lord, if they continued to fight, he was afraid that...

Second Master Yu wiped off the blood at the corners of his mouth, gritted his teeth and stood up again. He held the twin swords in his hands, imbued spirit energy into them as he swept forward with renewed vigor and ferocity, the stern knife astral gas with a speed that could not cover the ears towards that the West City Lord who was calm and relaxed in front of him attacked.