Chapter 125: Breaking the Engagement
Li Chen stepped sideways to yield half a step, locking gazes with Mo Yuan for a brief instant. He understood the unspoken cue, taking an unhurried step forward with an air of nonchalance, squarely blocking the path.
The elderly driver's brows knitted into a tight knot, and just as he was about to open his mouth to bark a reprimand, a young man stepped forward. He had already observed that none of these individuals possessed any Dou Qi.
The opportunity to perform in front of Nalan Yanran was right before his eyes, so naturally he would not let it slip away.
Without wasting words, he raised his hand and threw a palm straight at Mo Yuan's chest. He only exerted thirty percent of his strength with this blow, considering he merely wanted to drive these people away.
Yet the moment his palm connected with Mo Yuan's chest, the young man felt as though he had struck a stone wall. A wave of numbness rippled through his palm, and he stumbled back several paces before barely managing to steady himself.
He lowered his head to look at his hand; his palm was flushed red and trembling slightly. When he raised his head, the arrogance on his face had vanished, leaving behind only disbelief.
Yet immediately after, that disbelief transformed into shame and annoyance. If he could not even deal with an ordinary person who merely looked robust, how was he going to mix in the Misty Cloud Sect in the future?
"Courting death!"
The young man gnashed his teeth and let out a furious roar, condensing Dou Qi into a ball of cyan light in his palm and slamming it fiercely toward Mo Yuan's chest. This time, he held nothing back.
Mo Yuan neither blocked nor