Wow!
He fell heavily to the ground, Chen Yu spat out another mouthful of blood.
His entire body was a complete mess, disoriented and dazed.
Everything happened so quickly that the crowd didn't see clearly what transpired.
They only felt their vision blur for a moment, and then Chen Yu flew backward, vomiting blood. In front of the carriage, a new figure appeared.
The newcomer was a boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in green robes, wearing a long treasure sword at his waist, with piercingly sharp eyes.
Chen Yu shook his head forcefully, struggling several times but failing to get up. Looking at the teeth scattered on the ground, he raised his head, his gaze ferocious, yelling angrily through his broken, leaking mouth:
"Who are you? How dare you hurt me!"
Luo Cheng ignored everyone else and walked to the side of the carriage, speaking indifferently to Zhang Kesha, who looked wary:
"You must be Zhang Lian's father. I'm Zhang Lian's friend."
