Ye Xunhuan saw this and hurriedly deployed the Thousand Pound Drop, swiftly descending to the ground.
But at this moment, Jun Wuhui on the ground, like a tiger out of its cage, not only pounced immediately but also delivered a fierce sweeping kick, brutally kicking towards Ye Xunhuan.
"Whoosh!"
Ye Xunhuan instinctively stretched out his hands to block, but even so, he still couldn't control himself from retreating several steps after being kicked before slowly stabilizing his posture.
Having just stabilized his form, Ye Xunhuan didn't hesitate at all and immediately moved to the side.
He didn't want to fight around the car, after all, Wu Mei was inside the sedan.
"Marshal, you're nothing special!" Jun Wuhui snorted disdainfully and said, "It seems the king's death was indeed an accident."
Was the king's death an accident?
No, it wasn't an accident; the king was besieged, otherwise with just Ye Xunhuan alone, it would have been nearly impossible to kill the king.
