Stepping into the void, Xiao Yan pulled Murong Qianqian behind him with one hand, while at the same time, he casually raised his other hand and easily caught Zhao Qi's punch as soon as he opened his palm.
Xiao Yan took the punch without using any Dou Qi, and there was not even a trace of strain on his face.
The Dou Qi covering Zhao Qi's fist was like a wisp of air; as Xiao Yan caught Zhao Qi's fist, the Dou Qi on it went out with a "poof".
This scene immediately left the crowd below, who were just waiting to watch the show, speechless with disbelief and fear, and they all stared at Xiao Yan with incredulous and terrified eyes.
It's unbelievable that a punch from Zhao Qi, a Five-Star Half-Emperor, was so easily blocked by this black-robed man. It's simply unbelievable.
"Who... who is this guy?! I think his aura is only that of Six-Star Half-Emperor, how could he be completely unaffected by a punch from a Five-Star Half-Emperor?!"
"Could this young man be hiding his true strength?"
"To be able to block Zhao Qi's punch with one hand, it seems this man in black robes is no ordinary person!"
Immediately, whispers and murmurs arose from the crowd below, as everyone focused their attention on the black-robed man in the void above.
At the same time, Zhao Qi was also shocked. He never expected that his punch would be so easily neutralized by the black-robed man in front of him. This shocked Zhao Qi Zhao Qi, and at the same time, a surge of anger rose even more fiercely in his heart.
"You bastard! Get out of my way!"
Zhao Qi's face was contorted with rage, and he let out a furious roar of resentment. As killing intent surged in his eyes, he clenched his other hand into a fist and slammed it into Xiao Yan's face once again.
"Snort."
Seeing Zhao Qi throw another punch, Xiao Yan's eyes narrowed instantly, a flash of killing intent crossing them. At the same time, he let out a cold snort. Just as Zhao Qi's punch was about to come again, Xiao Yan suddenly loosened his grip on the latter's right hand, then twisted his wrist, his palm wrapping around the back of Zhao Qi's right hand, and pushed hard. Zhao Qi's right hand, pushed by Xiao Yan's palm, blocked in front of Zhao Qi's left hand that was about to strike.
At such close range, Zhao Qi didn't even have time to stop. Moreover, with Xiao Yan's deliberate control, his right hand was unable to be withdrawn. Therefore, he could only watch helplessly as his powerful punch slammed into his right hand.
The next moment, a cracking sound of bones breaking echoed through the void. At the same time, Zhao Qi's face turned deathly pale, and the muscles on his face twitched violently.
Seeing this, the muscles at the corners of the eyes twitched involuntarily, and a look of empathy and pain appeared on their faces. As they slightly pursed their lips, they couldn't help but gasp for breath, and at the same time, their hands under their sleeves unconsciously rubbed against each other.
"Ah..."
Despite the intense pain in his right hand, Zhao Qi Zhao Qi and gasped for breath. Then, a ferocious look suddenly appeared on his flushed face. He raised his right leg, gathering Dou Qi on it, and unleashed a powerful whip kick towards Xiao Yan.
"Drink! Kid! Today, you must die!"
With bloodshot eyes and a ferocious roar, Zhao Qi kicked Xiao Yan's head with a powerful kick.
"Hmph, overestimating yourself."
Seeing this, Xiao Yan let out a disdainful snort, and at the same time, he kicked his right leg forward, stomping hard on Zhao Qi's raised right leg at the shin.
"Click!"
As a very clear clicking sound rang out, Zhao Qi's expression, which had just turned fierce, changed drastically in an instant.
The moment Xiao Yan's foot landed, he felt as if his right leg had been slammed down by a piece of extremely hard black steel. The terrifying force instantly destroyed the Dou Qi covering his leg and broke his shinbone.
"Ah!!!"
At this moment, Zhao Qi could no longer endure the intense pain in his body. His face, which had been flushed just moments before, turned deathly pale in an instant. Cold sweat poured out from Zhao Qi 'Zhao Qi entire body, soaking through his brocade robe in the blink of an eye.
Seeing Zhao Qi's appearance, Xiao Yan glanced at him coldly, then suddenly loosened his grip on Zhao Qi's right hand, causing the latter's body to fall uncontrollably to the ground, where he knelt weakly.
At this moment, a cold smile appeared on Murong Qianqian's pretty face as she slowly lowered herself. Upon seeing this, the surrounding crowd hurriedly retreated to a distance, clearing a space of more than ten feet for Murong Qianqian and Zhao Qi.
Landing in front of Zhao Qi, Murong Qianqian's cold smile deepened. She stared coldly at Zhao Qi and sneered:
"As I just said, I will repay you tenfold, a hundredfold, for the pain you caused me. Do you believe me now?"
Zhao Qi's face turned deathly pale, and a deep look of terror appeared on his delicate face. He had been pampered since childhood, and someone had taken care of everything for him. In this Sulan City, no one had ever dared to provoke him. But now, the appearance of the girl in front of him and the black-robed youth completely broke this rule.
Who exactly are they?
"You..."
Despite his pain, Zhao Qi tried to struggle and say something, but the excruciating pain made it impossible for him to utter a word.
Seeing this, Murong Qianqian's lips curled up, and then she slowly raised her head, staring coldly at Zhao Qi in front of her. Her slender hand under her sleeve slowly rose, and under the sunlight, her fair hand reflected a white color like lotus root.
"This slap is for you insulting him."
The cold words slowly escaped her lips, and the girl raised her delicate hand, ready to strike.
"How dare you, little girl! In my Zhao Clan's Sulan City, no one is allowed to lay a finger on a Zhao Clan!"
However, just as Murong Qianqian's jade hand was about to fall, a deep, powerful, and domineering voice suddenly resounded between heaven and earth. At the same time, an extremely terrifying aura swept across the world where Xiao Yan and the other person were located in an instant.
" Nine-Star Half-Emperor, huh...?"
Xiao Yan murmured softly, a glint of light flashing deep in his eyes.
With his arms crossed, Xiao Yan looked down at Murong Qianqian.
At this moment, the latter, because of the appearance of that aura, had a slight change in her expression. She frowned slightly as she looked at Xiao Yan, and a look of worry appeared in her beautiful eyes.
Meanwhile, Zhao Qi, kneeling before Murong Qianqian, suddenly showed a look of surprise on his pale face upon hearing the aged voice. Then, his ferocious, bloodthirsty eyes turned to Xiao Yan again, and he roared in a hoarse voice:
"Bastard! You're dead! Today, none of you will escape! I'm going to cripple your Dou Qi! And I'm going to play with your women right in front of you!"
Zhao Qi's eyes were filled with madness, as if he could already see Xiao Yan's fate.
Upon seeing this, Murong Qianqian, standing before Zhao Qi, raised her eyebrows, while Xiao Yan's eyes flashed with cold light, and he said in an icy tone:
"Beat!"
As Xiao Yan finished speaking, Murong Qianqian's pretty face instantly turned icy cold. Since Xiao Yan Xiao Yan had already spoken, she believed that he definitely had his own confidence.
And so, to Zhao Qi's horrified gaze, Murong Qianqian raised her fair hand, creating a sharp whooshing sound, and slapped Zhao Qi hard across the face.
"Smack!"