Xu Huarong fell at the feet of Lin Tian, with blood flowing from his mouth and nose, his breathing as thin as a thread.
Lin Tian looked down with disgust on his face and lifted his leg.
With a bang, Xu Huarong was kicked in the abdomen and flew away like a scarecrow.
"Sir!"
The coquettish woman who came with Xu Huarong screamed and ran in the direction of Xu Huarong.
Without even a glance, Lin Tian turned around and walked towards Ji Yu.
"All is over." He smiled.
Ji Yu winked and looked at Lin Tian in surprise. "How can you beat Xu Huarong away so easily? He is a level-three formation master. Even I have to take a lot of effort to beat him."
"You are so proud of yourself," Lin Tian teased.
Ji Yu blushed and said, "No, I'm just a little surprised."
With a smile, Lin Tian said, "He
