C1222 Hundred Miles Flame

A new bodyguard?

Hong Yang's brow furrowed.

He had relentlessly pursued the Third Prince, familiarizing himself with every one of his associates. Yet, this face was unfamiliar. It was likely this man was a hired muscle picked up by the Third Prince along the way.

A futile last stand!

With a derisive snort, Hong Yang sheathed his Flame Blade, stepping back to appraise Bai Yeh with an icy glare