The atmosphere here quieted for a moment, when the short man suddenly smiled and said with a hoarse and chilling voice, "A newcomer? You look unfamiliar." After speaking, a slender claw stretched out from his shoulder toward Yan Xing.
At that very moment, Yan Xing could feel the malice emanating from him. Just as the claw was about to touch his face, a flash of silver light appeared, and a silver curved blade chopped the claw in half.
"Oh? Near-Heaven Level? Not bad."
The short man chuckled "hehe", and six more slender flesh claws stretched out from his shoulders, swiftly attacking Yan Xing.
"Ah, wait."
Just at the last moment, Ha Zhen suddenly spoke, and the short man quickly withdrew his attacking appendages, looking at Ha Zhen questioningly, "What's wrong?"
"Old Hong, can you not be so impulsive?" Ha Zhen said. The short man, known as Old Hong, just chuckled "hehe" and did not respond.
Next, Ha Zhen looked at Yan Xing and asked, "Where is the woman? Did only you come?"
