How dare you touch the person under my wing

Si Yan Mu had a murderous vibe in his eyes.

He wanted to kill Ye Qing Luo, the freshman that embarrassed him.

Si Yan Mu clenched his five fingers together, and a gush of profound Qi broke out.

A heart rendering pressure instantly came forcing over.

Shangguan Liuli who was of low profound grade, unable to withstand such pressure and spurt out blood from her throat.

Even Shangguan Fangyi's face had turned pale.

Not to mention the yellow mystic ninth grade Ye Qing Luo.

Regardless how strong her potential body could be, or there were the sacred beast and mystical tool protecting her figure, her profound grade was still weak.

When the force from Si Yan Mu swept through, Ye Qing Luo straight away felt her chest tightening as if a huge rock was placed against her heart resolutely.

Bit by bit it began to sink.

She felt a sweet liquid rush up her throat.