C1233 Wind Sword Saint

Amidst the thunderous roar, two figures were catapulted from the epicenter of the explosion. One, grasping a long halberd, executed a mid-air somersault and landed with poise on the ground.

It was none other than Ye Huo.

Despite his tattered clothing, his presence remained remarkably composed, the bloodstain at the corner of his mouth barely noticeable.

Ximen Lan, on the other hand