The old man was dragging Yang Chen's body, probably taking him back to the Yan clan where his fate would be worse than death. This time, he was completely and utterly defeated. He tried his best, but the enemy was far too powerful.
On the ground not too far, Tang Xun'er reached out, unwilling to see Yang Chen being taken away. Tears streaked down her cheeks and she struggled miserably to do something.
"No… somebody please help. Grandpa…!!" With tears clouding her eyes, she could only think of her dependable grandfather who always protected and spoiled her.
"Please… help him" Unbeknownst to her, the hairpin that she always kept very close to her shone with a dim light.
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While still grabbing Yang Chen's neck, the first elder slowly rose in the air. Next, he was just about to fly away when his eyes suddenly hardened.
The sun above was all of a sudden blotted by the clouds and tremendous pressure that even made a Battle Tyrant like him nervous, covered the place.
