Secret Loss

"This person is under my protection!"

Just as everyone thought that Su Zimo's death was certain, a voice rang out from his side in an unquestionable tone.

Not far away, a sword beam sped over.

On it was a handsome man with eyes that resembled a painting - it was Tang Yu from Elixir Yang Sect who liked to dress up as a man.

When everyone's attention was focused on Tang Yu, an obscure glint flashed across Pei Chunyu's eyes as he gripped his fist suddenly and struck.

The punch was aimed at Su Zimo's chest at an extremely fast speed!

Five spirit lights shone on the surface of his fist and it burst forth like a blazing sun that had a blinding radiance!

Five spirit patterns, it was a perfect spirit weapon!

Pei Chunyu was wearing a perfect-grade glove on his hand that was as thin as a cicada's wings and almost transparent.