Duan Hao of the Hall of Flowing Light

"Did I ask you?!"

Gu Xi's gaze suddenly turned cold. The hand that grabbed the man's wrist suddenly exerted force, and a crisp sound immediately rang out.

Crack--

"Ahhhhh--" The man's heart-wrenching screams followed closely behind.

His wrist was already bent at nearly 90 degrees, and it was as if the bones there had been forcefully broken by Gu Xi.

After doing all this, Gu Xi kicked the man a few meters away.

"How dare you touch me? Do you know who I am?!"

The man endured the pain caused by the broken bones and stood up with the help of the others. He looked at Gu Xi with killing intent in his eyes.

"Why? Didn't your mother tell you?" Gu Xi's expression was strange and her eyes were filled with mockery.