PFFT!
"You!!"
Yan Xing's eyes widened and nearly formed two full moons from the shock of the aura collision—an impact so forceful that even an Origin Core Realm's protective shell could barely withstand it.
The word "Monster!" echoed silently in the minds of those nearby.
Nearly everyone present, with the exceptions of Zhou Mei and Xi Muyao, wore expressions of disbelief as they witnessed the troubled look on Yan Xing's face.
His features contorted in pain and shock, his body trembling as he fought the numbing sensation from the impact. He bit his tongue hard, trying to push away the dizziness that threatened to overwhelm him.
Then, in a voice that echoed across the courtyard, Xiao Ming spoke with cold, measured authority:
"Since you all claim to be disciples, how can you make the life of one of us this miserable when he isn't even an outsider?"
