Clang!
A mouthful of fresh blood spurted out, and Emperor Yanqing seemed to have all his strength drained from his body, collapsing powerlessly onto his seat, knocking the chair over in the process.
Once he fell to the ground, Emperor Yanqing lay like a dead dog, his complexion pale, his body convulsing uncontrollably, devoid of any trace of Young Master Yan's former demeanor.
Seeing this scene, not a single person on the stage rose to help. Chang Xin thought to, but a sidelong glance at Chen Fan stopped him—it wasn't just about whether it would look like he was trying to curry favor, but at the very least, it would offend Chen Fan!
As for...currying favor.
Ever since Chen Fan arrived in Dalian , his combination punches were simply too ruthless!
In Chang Xin's view, given Emperor Yanqing's proud nature, recovering from this blow would be exceedingly difficult; in fact, harder than reaching the heavens!
