Young Master Shen could hardly believe his own eyes as he was thrown into the air, but the pain of hitting the wall woke him up immediately, his sword slipping from his grasp.
"Blergh!" He vomited a gulp of blood as he fell to his knees.
He had his guard completely down and had barely used 30% of his power in that attack, but even so, he shouldn't have been pushed back so humiliatingly by someone of such inferior cultivation.
Qingyi just watched him coldly, his eyes turning to Ruyan.
She seemed uninterested, sitting down on a large stone in the corner of the room.
She removed her teacup from the space ring and went back to drinking as if nothing had happened.
The handsome young man couldn't help but feel relieved.
If he were to take them both on at once, he would be in trouble, but he was confident that he could defeat them one by one.
After thinking for a moment, he raised his vision, watching young master Shen.
