"Damn it! How dare you lay a finger on Junior Sister Wu!"
Seeing the white-haired man charging fiercely, Du Cang also dashed forward, throwing a punch immediately.
"You're overestimating yourself."
A disdainful voice spread, and the figure of the white-haired man slightly stalled before he collided with Du Cang's punch in mid-air.
Bang!
The sound of a blast echoed, and the next moment, Du Cang's body was suddenly thrown backward, spitting fresh blood, as if he had been heavily hit.
Du Cang, a Third Grade Martial Venerable, seemed no match for the white-haired man.
"No woman has ever escaped from the palm of my hand, Ao Feng. Just accept your fate, woman!"
The white-haired man appeared suddenly, laughing unrestrainedly, and then reached out to grab Wu Qianqian.
