C1875 Nanyin's Fourth Young Master

The smoke dispersed, only to see Yang Liefeng holding onto demon spear, his body straight like a javelin, standing there, not moving at all, not moving an inch, his thick black hair fluttering in the wind, with a pair of eyes that were like stars, filled with arrogance.

On the other hand, the black-clothed young man, the green-clothed young man, and He He instead retreated over 10 steps back