In the Bank Tower, King Wuxiang was seriously injured.
There was blood at the corner of his mouth, having received a Dragon Claw Hand from Mad Blade.
Although King Wuxiang activated his Protective Gang Qi, minimizing the damage, he still felt uncomfortable.
The three experts supported King Wuxiang, while Wu Yunfei leaped forward in pursuit.
He had only taken two steps before King Wuxiang stopped him.
"Don't chase. Although the opponent isn't strong, their tactics are despicable. If you rashly pursue, you might suffer a loss again."
Saying this, his pretty boy face crumpled in pain like a walnut, and he took a deep breath.
"Since I, Zhong Xiang, perfected the Golden Throne Technique, I wouldn't say I'm invincible, but I've never suffered such a loss."
"I'll kill these monsters with my own hands."
Wu Yunfei frowned, filled with worry.
"King, I feel these monsters didn't truly intend to attack the bank vault."
"They kept entangling with us, could it be just to..."
