Just by clashing one punch, he could feel that the opponent's strength was not weak.
"Zhao Long, deal with the other two from the Flowing Gold Clan to prevent any unexpected incidents." Standing in place, Lin Qian ordered Zhao Long.
After the exchange, Lin Qian also realized that the strength of the Flowing Gold Clan was far more formidable than he had imagined. If he held back, he feared he would fall into their hands.
"Your Majesty..." Hearing Lin Qian's order, Zhao Long's tone was full of worry, clearly concerned about whether Lin Qian could handle facing the strongman of the Flowing Gold Clan alone while he went to support the other disciples of the Wei family.
Lin Qian naturally detected the worry in Zhao Long's tone and waved his hand, "Don't worry, he still doesn't have the ability to kill me."
"Yes, be careful, Your Majesty." Zhao Long nodded, ultimately obeying Lin Qian's order and went to support the other disciples of the Wei family.
