C68 After the Selection

With a smile on his face, he stepped forward again and kicked the Second Guardian's leg. He flipped his hand and struck her shoulder with ten percent of his strength.

Yuetian had always been protective of the fairer sex, so he could only warn himself in his heart. This was a thousand-year-old witch with a little girl's face. . . .

The Second Guardian's rationality was aroused by the pain