"Good boy, you're courting death!"
As the Hall Master of the Four Symbols Sect's Black Tortoise Hall, Yan Xie had always been a lofty figure.
Qin Shaofeng's repeated jabs and blows had already driven his fury to its peak. The reason he had changed targets was not because he did not want to make a move, but because he feared that if he acted personally, he might accidentally kill Qin Shaofeng.
Yet no matter what, he had never expected this.
Before he could even shout the words "make your move," he had once again been humiliated by a junior.
What could be endured, and what could not? Even if uncle could endure it, auntie could not!
Lu Wenxin was not Qin Shaofeng. He could not be killed!
Yan Xie's figure suddenly shot forward, and he struck toward Lu Wenxin with an open palm.
Yet because Chen Xing had not moved at all and stood directly before Lu Wenxin, Yan Xie's palm attack enveloped both Old Ghost Chen Xing and Lu Wenxin.
"Die for this old man!"
Yan Xie roared. His full-force palm strike was incomparably fast.
As he roared again, that palm had already reached Chen Xing.
"Die? Even this old man is supposed to die?"
Facing such a strike, Old Ghost Chen Xing instead revealed a faint smile.
As he spoke, he even bared his teeth in a grin.
Qin Shaofeng and the others who knew his identity naturally understood.
But Yan Xie and the others certainly were not among them.
Seeing Chen Xing dare to say such words while facing his palm strike, Yan Xie was instantly beside himself with rage. His strike had already contained ten-tenths of his strength, yet under the raging fury in his heart, its power surged by another twenty percent.
But this time,