A figure flew out from the hotel lobby, fell on the street and fell to the ground, with a large mouthful of blood spurting from its mouth, obviously suffering serious injuries.
Immediately afterwards, the arrogant-looking young man in purple casual clothes slowly walked up to the disheveled and seriously injured man with more than a dozen entourages. He raised his foot and gently placed it on the opponent's chest. As the strength became stronger and stronger, the blood gushed out of the mouth of the man on the ground again, and even the seven orifices could vaguely see traces of blood oozing out.
At this time, a group of dozens of soldiers wearing armor flew over quickly, and the little leader with a medium-term cultivation base shouted in a deep voice: "Who is causing trouble in Yanjing City? Follow the rules!"