An Zisheng and Old Master An had also realized that something was amiss by now. They hurried forward to try to help, but were unexpectedly repelled by some mysterious energy emanating from Gu Yelin's body.
At this moment, Gu Yelin stood in silence, head bowed, emitting an intense black aura from all over his body. His gaze seemed scattered, but Nie Shan felt as if he could barely breathe.
No, it couldn't be - was he just taking a breath, and this kid wanted to kill him?!
Filled with shock, Nie Shan lifted his leg to run but was yanked back by Gu Yelin's icy hand, receiving a fierce punch to the face.
"Damn it! Don't hit the face; it wounds the pride!" Nie Shan cried out while trying to protect his face.
Gu Yelin, however, seemed not to hear, landing punch after punch on Nie Shan's face, turning the once handsome, clean-cut uncle into a bruised and swollen mess.
