Yu Meng was extremely anxious.
Because if Xia Liu wasn't destroyed.
Then Yu Meng might be done for.
The same went for the Yu Family.
For the sake of great benefits, Yu Meng fervently hoped Li Badao would cripple Xia Liu.
He didn't dare say it out loud, only praying silently in his heart.
On a certain mountain peak, Xia Liu wiped the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
From the intense clash earlier, he understood Li Badao's strength very well.
If this continued, he might sustain serious injuries.
This kind of powerhouse was far more terrifying than himself.
However, he hadn't played all his cards yet, and Xia Liu wasn't afraid of the strong one's majesty.
Buzz buzz buzz!!!
Perhaps understanding Xia Liu's worries, the Flowing Fire Sword started to tremble.
"Little Seven, don't worry, for the time being, you should stay out of this."
Receiving Little Seven's soul thought, Xia Liu quickly responded.
"Roar!"
