Night Spirit's Blood

"Su Zimo, what are you doing?!"

"Audacious!"

"How arrogant!"

Many Elixir Yang Sect disciples shouted emotionally.

No matter what, Yan Jun was a disciple of the sect's Battle Hall and Tang Yu was the only one who was above him in status. He was not somebody that an outsider like Su Zimo could compare to!

Tang Yu could clearly see that although Yan Jun's cheeks were swollen, he had merely fainted and did not sustain any severe injuries.

Given Su Zimo's strength, if he truly wanted to kill in that distance, Yan Jun's head would have been smashed by that single slap!

In other words, Su Zimo had already shown mercy.

Taking a deep breath of air, Tang Yu declared, "Silence!"

"Young Master, he's only an outsider! How can he act so brazenly in our territory!"

"That's right! He would have been killed by Glass Palace and Malevolent Earth Sect long ago if not for the protection of Elixir Yang Sect!"