"Now, hit me once," Xiao Yan said.
Zhao Ya understood that Xiao Yan intended to create injuries to clear her own suspicion, so he didn't hesitate.
"Watch out."
Saying this, Zhao Ya punched out.
Even though Zhao Ya had already dispersed his Breaking Realm talents, the Mountain Demon Body and the Ghostly Eye, and only used thirty percent of his strength, it was still enormously pressuring for Xiao Yan.
She barely managed to block it before being blasted away by a tremendous force. When she landed, her left hand was twisted like a pretzel, and four or five ribs were broken.
Xiao Yan spat out two mouthfuls of blood-tinged phlegm, her already pale face now as white as paper.
"Is that enough, or should I hit you again?" Zhao Ya asked.
Xiao Yan, frightened, waved her intact right hand repeatedly, "Enough, enough, one more punch and I won't need to be an inside agent; you'll have killed me directly."
