"Poof!"
Nalan Kang was struck and sent flying backward, crashing hard onto the ground in the distance. When he stood up, enduring the pain, he couldn't help but cough up a mouthful of blood.
At the same time, his gaze carried an indescribable apprehension as he looked at the white-clad youth holding a wooden sword in mid-air.
No matter what, Nalan Kang never expected this white-clad youth, who looked a few years younger than himself, to have such astonishing power.
"Who are you?"
Despite his fear, Nalan Kang couldn't help but speak again.
The terror of that sword strike earlier was such that even his master couldn't completely counteract its force.
He found it hard to imagine just how fearsome the power of this seemingly young white-clad youth truly was.
"Senior Brother!"
Just when Nalan Kang was feeling extremely puzzled, Mo Wangchen emerged from the crowd below, excitedly calling out.
