BOOM!!
The seemingly casual palm strike sent Gu Feiyang, the Young Master of Biluo Sword Valley, staggering back several steps with no power to resist. If Zhou Qian hadn't rushed to support him, he would have collapsed to his knees right then and there. His face was ashen, and his breath came in ragged gasps, like a gravely wounded beast.
Chen Yang's lips curled up slightly. His smile appeared warm and brilliant, yet it made Gu Feiyang subconsciously stumble back. His heart skipped a beat, and a piercing chill enveloped him.
"You, you…" Gu Feiyang tried to come up with another excuse, but the words died on his lips.
Wasn't the truth obvious enough? His opponent was stronger than him by leaps and bounds.
"Is it so hard to admit that someone is better than you?" Chen Yang said indifferently.
Gu Feiyang was speechless. The air crackled with unease. He's too strong!
"Hmm?!" Chen Yang's tone hardened.
