He couldn't even block a single move of the opponent, but his block wasn't meaningless; in the moment he held up, Yang Zhenshan had already caught up.
A sweep of his spear once again forced the opponent to stop.
Yang Zhenshan took the opportunity to stabilize his stance on top of the city gate tower, and the man also stopped, his face gloomily looking at Yang Zhenshan.
The two stood on the roof, facing each other, with a large pit created by Lu Baishu in between them.
"Pah, cough, cough, cough, Marquis Jing'an, this is an Innate Martial Artist!"
Inside the city gate tower, Lu Baishu started with a cough before speaking.
"Yes!" Yang Zhenshan stared at the man and replied in a deep voice.
"You actually asked me to stop him, damn, it almost cost this marquis his life!" Lu Baishu couldn't help but curse.
