Chapter 30
Without a word, the man strolled toward Little Murong. Hao Yigang thought to himself, how can I allow him to save this little wench? He made up his mind, and without thinking further, he drew out his sword and attacked the man.
The figure of the man in grey was suddenly concealed by a grey fog. Amidst the fog, a hand similar to a ghost’s claw grabbed onto Hao Yigang’s throat. Hao Yigang wailed in agony as a burly figure held him up slowly. He did not have any strength to defend himself, and neither could he move a single bit.
Wen Yuan was astonished as he guided his South Pointing Sword toward the direction of the man in gray, barking, “Stop!” The man in gray did not move his body. With a wave of his hand, he ran the longsword through Hao Yigang’s body. Wen Yuan wanted to sh
