The person arriving was Hou Sixian, entrusted by Pei Zeqi to protect Master Ding.
He had hurried here at the fastest speed, but it was still too late.
Seeing Pei Zhangjie being killed by the opponent's fist cannon, his heart suddenly chilled.
If even Pei Zhangjie was forcibly killed, then Master Ding's situation was likely dire.
"Give up your life."
Hou Sixian's eyes turned cold, and his long sword flickered like a serpent's tongue, making three quick strikes towards Yang Diancang's face.
Bang, bang, bang.
Three flashes of fire appeared.
Yang Diancang's expression was calm. His hands, at some unknown time, quietly revealed a pair of iron bracers, easily blocking the three stabbing swords.
"I've heard that Elder Hou Sixian of the Pei family, at such a young age, has already stepped into the late stage of Condensing Essence, with masterful swordsmanship." Yang Diancang said calmly, "It seems true."
Hou Sixian retreated, landing five zhang away.
