Without waiting for the young man to give orders, the group of skilled masters behind him instantly drew their weapons and looked at Nan Xian coldly and sternly.
"Arrest this brat as well!"
Even in the face of such a situation, the young man's tone was still arrogant. His eyes were cold as he looked at Nan Xian.
But...
The young man felt uneasy when he saw Nan Xian's hand.
There was no wind in the banquet hall, but Nan Xian's long white robe was moving. His eyes were cold as he stared at those people of Yun Huan Kingdom.
Suddenly, a punch landed on the young man's chest, sending him flying out of the hall.
The young man spurted out a mouthful of blood, his arm numb from the shock. His eyes were then filled with monstrous rage.
