"Trash!!"
Wuchen disdainfully threw Xiao Huan to the ground. With a slight smile on his lips, he walked toward Ning Wei.
Sixth Uncle gripped the knife in his hand tightly. He was ready; even if he died, he would protect Ning Wei.
"You still won't leave, admirable courage."
"But people like you are just ants, no matter how brave, still an ant."
"With just a casual stomp, I could crush you to death."
Wuchen chuckled lightly and looked at Sixth Uncle coldly.
"With me here today, you absolutely won't touch the young lady."
Sixth Uncle glared at Wuchen, his heart resigned to death. Not to mention that he had already suffered considerable injuries in the previous battle, even in peak condition, he was no match for Wuchen.
Although Wuchen relied on drugs for cultivation, the realm difference was undeniable. He wasn't a genius who could fight across levels; he was just an ordinary Martial Artist.
"Hehe."
"Since that's the case, you go to hell!"
