"Sir, are you alright?"
Zhang Yan was supported by a Xuanjia Guard as he came over.
The Xuanjia Guard who was supporting him also had a pale face, showing signs of excessive burning of qi and blood, displaying a weak state.
"What happened to you?"
Zhang Yan gave a wry smile and said, "I'm incompetent. That Yue Jingtong came at us fiercely, and I couldn't even block a single move of his, causing a brother to be killed in the process."
Han Zheng fell silent for a moment, then patted his shoulder and said, "After all, the opponent was at the Middle Stage of the Xuan Gang Realm, and he came from a major sect like the Washing Sword Pavilion. It's normal for you not to be able to block his strike.
That fellow has been slain by me, so consider it avenging that brother."
