An old man with a slender body and tall cheekbones appeared in front of Zhuchao, and pulled Zhuchao out as the energy ripples were about to be swallowed up.

"Father!"

Zhuchao, who had no desire to be lucky, shouted in a trance, and then looked at the old man in front of him blankly.

"Useless stuff!"

While releasing the aura of the emperor, the old man blew up the ripples of energy that had stirred up by Sister Yan, he cursed with regret.

The old man who rescued Zhuchao from the situation of death was Zhujiazhuang's owner, Zhuchao's father Zhuxian.

Zhu Chao, who was frightened by Sister Yan's self-destruction, couldn't help but send a helping signal to his father when he was on the verge of death.

Zhu Xian, who was a hundred miles away, received the alarm from his son, put down what he had done and immediately rushed to the manor gate, only then he rescued Zhu Chao, who was still in shock.

"Not blame me, it's them."

He was already used to being scolded by his father, but Zhu Chao felt that he was wronged, so he spoke out and argued.

"Who is Yichen?"

Zhuxian interrupted Zhuchao's words and shouted sternly.

Sister Yan's last words were heard by Zhuxian who arrived in time. While saving Zhuchao, he imprisoned the space.

"Let me get some breath first."

Zhu Chao's vines had not yet withdrawn, and the feeling of being suppressed all over his body was really unbearable.

Looking at Zhu Xian with a stern look, Zhu Chao knew that Yichen could not escape and hoped that after he recovered, he would slowly settle the score with Yichen.

With the cultivation strength of the old man Zhu Xian, let alone Yi Chen, even if there are ten or eight more, it is not enough for a little finger.
Chapter completed!