Boom...
Clouds gradually gathered in the sky, and the sound of thunder spread.
Swoosh.
Suddenly, a figure in black appeared beside the three men of Tiger of Swinging Mountain.
The figure wore a black mask with silver threads, and it was none other than Zhang Rongfang, who had just driven away Xue Chengyu.
He glanced over the three men on the ground, a look of regret in his eyes.
"Qingsu."
"Here!" Qingsu quickly approached from behind, kneeling on one knee.
"This one still has some breath, take him back for treatment," Zhang Rongfang pointed to Ding Yu.
"His heart is naturally on the right side, so his life is preserved."
Qingsu was slightly stunned, then went forward to check, and indeed found that Ding Yu was still breathing, showing a look of surprise.
"Go," Zhang Rongfang tossed a few words, swiftly chasing in the direction Xue Chengyu had left, disappearing into the mountains and forests in the blink of an eye.
