"Qi Shaofeng! Have you no shame?"
Seeing Qi Shan emerging from the crowd, Nangong Yao's pretty face also darkened. Qi Shaofeng was truly despicable.
"Ignore her, just cripple this young man for me!"
Qi Shaofeng's eyes were full of resentful expression. Having been defeated by Ye Xuan on the street today, he had lost face dramatically. How could he pacify the hatred in his heart if he didn't cripple Ye Xuan?
"Yes!"
Qi Shan slightly bowed his fist and then fixed his gaze on Ye Xuan. Then, with a stomp on the ground, he threw a punch directly. The fierce wind from his punch, in Nangong Yao's slightly pale sight, smashed towards Ye Xuan without hesitation.
Seeing Qi Shan striking like lightning without a second thought, Ye Xuan's expression also became intense. He pushed Nangong Yao a distance away and then met the attack with a punch of his own. Massive True Qi gathered around his fist as if countless beasts were roaring.