Boom!!!
At the critical moment, a figure abruptly rushed up from below the ring.
He stood beside Murong Yan,
casually swung his hand, blocking Mo Xiaoya's palm strike.
Immediately, Mo Xiaoya's palm strike could no longer advance an inch.
Without waiting for Mo Xiaoya to react,
she felt a terrifying force emanating from the opponent's hand, directly knocking her flying.
Swoosh!!!
Chu Feng dashed over and caught Mo Xiaoya.
"Master."
Mo Xiaoya looked at Chu Feng and spoke, coughing in between.
"You step aside first."
Chu Feng said, putting Mo Xiaoya down.
"Are you from the Murong lineage?"
The man who had knocked Mo Xiaoya away, wearing a blue-and-white long robe, looked at Murong Yan coldly.
His face was stern, with an arrogant and unyielding demeanor, exuding an extraordinary aura.
"Who are you?"
Murong Yan looked at this man, her eyes full of curiosity.
"Second Young Master of the Ancient Murong Clan, Murong Yun!!!"
Murong Yun said coldly.
"Ancient Murong Clan?"
