Nangong Xin had never suffered such humiliation before. Her eyes were red, and she raised her hand to strike. An Yiqing stood motionless, her gaze cold. Gu Yelin, standing behind her, stepped forward and grabbed Nangong Xin's wrist, fiercely flinging her away. Nangong Xin was thrown to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
"Gu Yelin! You've gone too far!" Nangong Jue shouted angrily, swinging his Fiery Fist. Gu Yelin's expression remained unchanged, easily dodging, while a powerful gust of fist wind surged toward Nangong Jue like a rolling tide. Nangong Jue's face turned pale, retreating five or six steps before he barely managed to steady himself.
With just one move, victory and defeat were determined!
Nangong Jue was terrified, wondering how this young man, much younger than him, could be so formidable?
