Liu Yao had always been a man who cared deeply about his reputation—he even had a bit of a histrionic personality at times.
Growing up in poverty, he had always felt insecure among the second-generation cultivators, which led to a weak state of mind, easily influenced by external factors.
Now that Song Wanning had utterly humiliated him, how could someone so psychologically fragile bear it?
Liu Yao thrust out his palm, and as he moved, the spectral image of a tiger appeared behind him.
The beast roared, and the very color of the sky and earth seemed to change.
A fierce wind howled across the Martial Arts Arena, and the protective Array wavered.
Song Wanning felt a terrifying pressure bearing down on her as the massive palm strike closed in on her face.
If that palm landed true, she would be sent flying in the next instant.
But she remained unhurried, unleashing another sword strike.
