The onlookers fell deathly silent.
The young man froze where he stood, one hand still slightly raised.
He looked at his hand, then at Nangong Yun, who lay unconscious in the distance.
"Ah... I'm sorry. I didn't know you couldn't take a hit. I..."
The young man was at a loss. Clearly, he had never expected this.
He had watched Nangong Yun win bout after bout and thought he was incredibly strong.
But who would have thought...
On the raised platform, Nangong Huang's hand stiffened in midair. The triumphant smile froze on his face as he stared at his fallen son and the green young man on the Dao Platform.
Below, every guest's smile, every fawning look and amused expression stiffened into blank bewilderment.
In the eyes of those quick enough to grasp the situation, shock and suspicion had already begun to surface.
This reckless fool... He'd actually meant it?!
Did he have any idea what he'd done?!
This was a slap in the face!
A slap in the face of the supreme Overlord whose word was law across this land!
Among the Heavenly Dao Immortal Sect's group, several young disciples flushed bright red and bent their heads, terrified they might laugh aloud.
"I'm sorry, I really am. I... I only used a little strength. He... he isn't dead, is he?"
It was the young man's third apology, yet his words slapped Nangong Yun in the face all over again.
What did he mean, he'd only used a little strength?
Was he saying Young Master Nangong wasn't worth his full strength?
The young man kept apologizing helplessly, with a sincerity that bordered on foolishness.
Anyone unfamiliar with him might have thought he was doing it on purpose, hiding a vicious wit behind that innocent face.
At least, that was what