C95 (1/2)

At this moment, a golden light blocked the two of them like a pillar that had fallen diagonally.

A white figure landed on the ground. Salin and Feng Yu hurriedly retreated, four holes in the ground created by their four feet.

The two of them looked up and did not recognize this person. He was a very handsome man, and very tall and sturdy. Behind him, Jun Linyue clutched his chest in pain and shouted, ”Uncle!”

This person was none other than the Monarch of the Mystic Realm.

”You two, aren't you bullying the lack of people in my residence?” ”My Black Tortoise Marquis is a marquis of the army after all. How can you face those Golden Scale Guards outside the window when you're treating him like this?”

The two looked out of the window and saw the Golden Scale Guards wearing armor standing outside, filling the entire yard.

Of course, even if ten more Golden Scale Guards of this size were to arrive, they would still not be a match for the two of them. However, from then on, the two of them would become enemies with the Great Yang. The Golden Scale Guard was a direct subordinate of the Great Yang Army, and the two of them had once stepped out of it, joining the Great Yang's Holy Scale Guards, and had trained for many years before finally rising above the masses.

Both of them were stunned as they heard Jun Juanxuan's question.

”Both of you, stop whatever you have to do. If you insist on killing Jun Lanyue today, then I, Jun Juanxuan, will be the first to refuse!” As he finished speaking, the mystical Qi around Jun Juanxuan rose sharply as a mystical wind billowed. His clothes fluttered in the wind as the curtains danced around him.

Surin and Feng Yu didn't have any thoughts of retreating; instead, they just stood there, watching Jun Juanxuan's hard work as if they were watching a joke. This was because in the Martial King realm and above, it would only take a few seconds for one to enter a battle-ready state.

However, at this time, Monarch's fist carried a strong gust of profound wind as it whistled towards them. The air behind them, the decorations within the room and the curtains, were all being blown towards the direction of the wind. Even though the power of the Monarch Sacred Profound was not as strong as that of a Martial King, it could not be underestimated.

This was something that the two Martial Kings before him did not expect.

Following the arrival of Xuan Feng, Salin and Feng Yu took a step back side by side, flying into the air. Both of them attacked each other with their hands, and a mournful cold light flashed in the direction of the Sovereign Profound Realm.

Immediately, the two forces in the air clashed. However, one could not see the slightest trace of strength in the fist of the opposing martial kings. The cold light of the opposing martial kings was forcibly blocked in the air, as if it was blocked by a transparent glass door. The monarch withdrew his attack, landed on the ground, and used his hands to regulate his breathing.

It was at this moment that Sharlin and Feng Yu finally descended from the air. The wind from their fists gradually weakened, and the fluttering curtains dropped back down.

Jun Lanyue, who was standing behind them, shouted, ”Uncle!” Stop fighting, they are treacherous and cunning, we cannot attack them head on! ”What's more …”

At this moment, Feng Yu seemed to have thought of something, and he looked towards Sha Lin. As if enlightened, Salin took out another bamboo tube from his bosom.