Seeing this, Chengkun immediately took the hint and walked up to Chen Xing.
"You punk, talk! Where'd that boy who was with you guys go?"
Chen Xing gave him a defiant glare and spat a mouthful of bloody saliva right in Chengkun's face. "Ptui!"
"You're courting death!" Chengkun flew into a rage and kicked at Chen Xing.
Seeing this, Leng Yingying and Feng Rouyi's expressions changed. They lunged forward to intervene, but the youth in black suddenly thrust out a palm.
BOOM! A surging wave of energy appeared in a flash, blocking their path and blasting Leng Yingying and Feng Rouyi backward.
Leng Yingying and Feng Rouyi stumbled back several steps before regaining their footing, their chests heaving.
"You two will stand right there and watch. Don't move," the black-clad youth said coolly. His gaze was haughty, and he naturally exuded an air of looking down on everyone. This was a nobility that far surpassed the pride of a mere aristocrat like Chengkun.
