The blood-red shield blocked You Xingchen's full-force attack with pinpoint accuracy. Like a train brought to a sudden stop, he was held firmly in place. His right hand was numb and trembling, a sign that You Xingchen's condition was not as calm as it looked.
You Xingchen stared at Lord Han. He had never seen anything so bizarre, nor had he ever felt such oppressive force!
It was a suffocating sensation, as if he were teetering on the edge of death. A bloody hand seemed to grip his heart, leaving him afraid to move even a fraction.
The people around Fang Yue had come to their senses. They were shouting at You Xingchen not to kill Lord Han, not to kill the man before them.
But in reality, You Xingchen... was the one facing a life-or-death crisis!
He couldn't move!
That brief exchange had thrown his entire body's Qi and Blood and internal energy into chaos. It was as if he'd gone berserk, all his internal energy freezing in place and ceasing to flow.
This strange ability, seemingly akin to an extreme-cold attribute, had sealed away every bit of his strength as if he'd been bound by a seal.
At that moment, the man standing before this strange being was nothing but a paper tiger: a Cloud-level Martial Artist's body with no internal energy at all! One touch, and he'd die on the spot!
After so many years of fighting for his life with Qingsi, You Xingchen had never faced a crisis this dire, never been so close to death.
Cold sweat slid down You Xingchen's cheek and dripped to the ground.
Now, all he could do was wait for the Qingsi team members behind him to come to his aid! Wait for the You Mansion guards to arrive!
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