As the young man stepped into the hall.
Several people caught sight of him, and their expressions immediately changed.
But when they saw him charging straight toward Ya Fei, their eyes twitched, and their expressions practically said, "Rest in peace."
Quite a few even sneered inwardly.
A brute was still a brute. He only knew how to use his fists, never his brain, and dared to provoke anyone.
The dainty, lovely little princess Yao Yue, however, brightened, a hint of gleeful anticipation crossing her face.
Things were getting more and more interesting. How would this turn out?
Zhou Changqing was teasing Ya Fei, the atmosphere between them growing rather intimate.
Suddenly, he sensed someone rapidly approaching, their gaze locked onto him and murderous intent blazing.
He turned to see a fierce-looking young man in blue charging toward him, fist raised, clearly poised to attack.
Frowning, Zhou Changqing circulated his Dou Qi and unleashed a wave of Dou Qi pressure, crushing it down upon the young man!
Buzz!
A faint hum rang out.
Before the young man could react, his steps faltered, and he instantly fell flat on the floor, as though something immensely heavy had crushed him down.
Numerous transparent streaks resembling vertical lines appeared above his back, plainly visible to the naked eye!
Such a phenomenon only occurred when air was restrained and compressed to a certain degree!
At that moment, the young man felt as though he bore an entire mountain on his back. Terrifying pressure spread through every inch of his flesh and bones, leaving him unable to so much as twitch a finger!
Even his blood and Dou Qi came to a complete standstill beneath that pressure!
His face instantly turned bluish-purple, blood vessels crawling across the whites of his eyes. He struggled to breathe