Chapter 857 - 860 What master? So low
Whoosh!
Just at that moment, a sound of tearing through the air rose, Yan Hu carrying Sun Liang arrived at Jiang Chen’s side.
"Mr. Sun!" Seeing Sun Liang’s condition, Lu Chengfeng’s complexion changed, and he cried out in alarm.
Sun Liang had already lost consciousness, his body covered in blood, his chest caved in, and his face pale without the slightest hint of color.
"Young Master, he’s not going to last much longer!" Yan Hu spoke softly.
Jiang Chen reached out to feel Sun Liang’s pulse, checking his injuries.
"How is this possible?! How could you possibly have saved someone? And where is Elder Li?" Chen Kun’s complexion turned completely pale.
Just now, Jiang Chen had displayed his strength; although Chen Kun was shocked, he was not yet in a state of despair because he had pinned his hopes on the ninth elder, Li Zhentian, thinking Yan Hu might not be a match for him. As long as Li Zhentian could capture Sun Liang and Yan Hu, they would have leverage in negotiations.
But now, Yan Hu had rescued the man, completely shattering his last trump card!
Yan Hu glanced at Chen Kun and said nonchalantly, "Are you talking about that old man who used palm strikes? I killed him!"
"Killed? How is that possible? How could you possibly be a match for Elder Li? Are you also an Ancient Martial Artist?" Chen Kun was shockingly incredulous, shouting out loud.
Jiang Chen’s brow furrowed and he reprimanded in a low voice, "Silence!"