Xiao Ye felt something stirring in his heart, his gaze turned towards Jun Shitian's direction, and as their eyes met in mid-air, an invisible surge of energy spiraled outwards in all directions.
Xiao Ye's body trembled, the chair beneath him silently turned into dust, scattering with the wind. His chest felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer, and with a sweet taste in his throat, a trickle of fresh blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
"So strong!" Xiao Ye frowned slightly.
Jun Shitian's cultivation was too formidable, the gap between them was significant, a mere exchange of looks was enough to wound him, if they were to truly engage in combat, he had absolutely no chance of victory.
"Ye Zi!"
"Brother Xiao!"
Prince Donghuang and Nangong Xingyu were greatly startled, they hurriedly supported the staggering Xiao Ye, then glared at Jun Shitian with fury.
"Xiao Ye, what grudges do you have with this guy?" said Prince Donghuang angrily.
