Xue Xian's blade stopped abruptly above Yu Wenye's head!
He seemed unable to believe it himself, suddenly widening his eyes, only to see a pair of massive copper hammers suddenly thrust out from one side, steadily supporting his own blade.
And the person holding the copper hammers was actually a boy of only about ten years old!
His head was bald and had a few burn scars, clearly a young monk who had taken vows, yet unexpectedly, he appeared on the battlefield suddenly and intercepted him with a single move!
Xue Xian exclaimed, "You—"
But the youth already gritted his teeth and shouted sharply, "You must not harm Yu Wen's second brother!"
His voice, still childish, resonated through the entire city gate, leaving the soldiers who had been following Xue Xian to charge into the city dumbfounded. The defending soldiers inside Fufeng City, including those watching from the city tower, were also shocked and found it hard to believe their eyes.
