In a flash of lightning, she forcefully received the opponent's strike.
Something unbelievable happened—the man suddenly staggered back more than ten steps, clutching his right hand, and let out a muffled groan of pain.
Meng Qianqian blinked: "What just happened?"
The Miao King said, "That thing in your hand is the nemesis of Cold Ice Palm."
Lu Yuan's mouth twitched: "... Couldn't you have said so earlier?"
The Miao King: "I just now remembered."
The man swept a cold glance at the group, suddenly unleashed a barrage of concealed weapons, and darted into the thick mist.
The Miao King looked at the masked killers surrounding them and commanded: "What are you standing around for? Go and chase him down for me!"
The group exchanged uncertain glances.
Lu Yuan said indifferently, "Disobedient captives are useless; better to kill them."
One of the masked killers stepped forward and gave the order: "Search the mountain!"
