"You, what is your cultivation?"
Zhen Xiaosa swallowed hard, staring at Xin Badao with disbelief. To send two One-star Martial Masters flying so effortlessly, his strength must be at least at the Two-star peak, right?
"My cultivation isn't important. What matters is that as long as I'm here, you can't harm my boss."
Xin Badao glanced at Zhen Xiaosa, "You really don't know what's good for you. I've already taught you a lesson in secret just now, yet you still dare to take action. Do you really think I wouldn't dare to kill someone?"
"That voice just now was yours?"
Zhen Xiaosa's complexion changed dramatically, recalling that the other party could shatter his Vigorous Air Shield with just a voice. This was definitely not as simple as a Two-star Martial Artist—it must be at least a Three-star or even a Four-star Martial Master.
"Boss, how do you plan to deal with these guys?"
Xin Badao, not bothering to pay attention to Zhen Xiaosa, asked Tang Ming respectfully.
