It was Tang Xinglong.
"Lion spirit mountain seal!" Tang Xinglong launched a sudden punch. The phantom of the lion spirit mountain seemed to manifest at his fist's end and then rapidly enlarged.
Puff!
Caught off guard, Fang Huo spat blood as the sound of cracking bones was obscured by the colossal mountain. His body was propelled like a sharp arrow, the brutal momentum killing over a dozen Qingzhou guards who couldn't dodge in time.
Tang Xinglong's expression remained icy throughout.
A large hand appeared behind Fang Huo, its gentle force guiding him back over ten meters and softly catching him. Coughing up another mouthful of blood, Fang Huo disregarded his wounds to caution. "Brother Zhou, you must not underestimate Tang Xinglong!"
"He will die here," Qin Huai responded, his calm eyes masking a growing killing intent that made the surrounding Qingzhou guards' eyes turn bloodshot.