"Wah!"
The figure flew sideways and slammed into the rather old brick wall with a crack.
Plaster showered down.
Everyone's pupils contracted at the sight. The old man in the Tang suit had crossed his arms to block, but now they flailed wide, and he slid straight down the wall.
The old man in the Tang Suit's face had turned ashen and pale by turns, apprehension and bewilderment in his eyes. He was just about to speak when he felt warmth in his nostrils, and a stream of hot blood ran out.
"Boy, there's no room to move here. Let's take this outside and fight again."
Standing beneath the light, Lian Youming picked his ear, then casually brushed the cut hair from his clothes. With a faint, ambiguous smile, he said, "Old man, take the dignity I'm giving you. Your sun is setting, while mine is at its zenith. Outside, there won't be a wall to stop you. If you die in the street, there might be no one to collect your corpse."
As he spoke, he raised his right hand and slowly opened his curled fingers. Two buttons immediately fell, landing on the floor with two crisp clicks. "You've only just entered foresight, and you dare act so arrogantly?"
At the sight, the old man in the Tang Suit hastily felt at his collar. Only then did his expression change completely.
At that moment, the other five people moved. Some blocked Miss Situ from view, while others stepped swiftly aside, murderous intent in their eyes. The apprentices beside Yang Lian also poised themselves to move.
But both sides were stopped in time.
Miss Situ looked at Lian Youming with lingering uncertainty. "Impressive skills."
Lian Youming glanced at her lovely, captivating face, but his gaze slowly shifted toward someone beside