In the center of the hall, Li Yuanqian faced the sky.
He was dead beyond any doubt.
The shocking wounds on his body seemed to speak of the mighty attack he had endured.
Silence.
The entire place was deathly still.
Even the sounds of breathing and heartbeat seemed to vanish, and everyone present became statues.
Just now.
Each of them was eloquent, adamant about using Li Yuanqian to intimidate Chen Yang, hoping the young man would back down.
And now...
What the hell is happening?!
"How are you?"
Chen Yang rushed to Xiahou Changming at once, catching him just as he was about to collapse.
Xiahou Changming waved, a smile tugging at his lips, "Won't die."
"Let me sit down, I'm exhausted."
After a quick check, Chen Yang's heart pounded fiercely; just the two penetrating wounds on his chest would have been fatal to anyone else.
"Wait a moment."
Chen Yang helped Xiahou Changming sit down, adding, "Just a moment."
Xiahou Changming nodded, his whole being feeble and fading.
