"Spare my life?"
With a cold laugh, Tang Yi said, "I might spare you, but my master will not!"
Before his words had faded, Tang Yi struck with his palm as fast as lightning, not giving Elder Yuan a chance to block or dodge, hitting him squarely on the chest.
"Puh!"
Elder Yuan felt an overwhelming force from Tang Yi's palm crash into him, shattering numerous ribs in his chest and causing him to spew a mouthful of old blood as his body was instantly sent flying.
"Elder Yuan!"
The other dozen or so experts from the Nine Gates and Eight Factions, upon seeing Tang Yi injure Elder Yuan severely with a single palm strike, were shocked by Tang Yi's strength and, at the same time, did not expect him to be so vicious, striking such a heavy blow without a word of agreement. They immediately stood out as if bound by a common hatred.
"What now?"