After a cloud of dust rose, the five men all spat blood, their faces looking extremely unsightly and embarrassed, each with a somewhat terrified look as they gazed at Tangyu. They considered themselves not lacking in strength, yet they couldn't withstand even a single move from their opponent and were directly beaten to spitting blood. Exactly how powerful was this person's strength? And who on earth was this person?
Wang Qiutian and the other two approached Tangyu with a look of joy on their faces: "Brother Tangyu, it's really great to see you, otherwise we could only end up with regret here."
"Haha, it seems that Providence favors good people like us," Liu Yuanyan laughed.
Tangyu smirked and said, "It's good that you're okay. I'll leave these five people to you, go take their tokens."
