The man was a mid-tier Yellow Level Martial Artist, and his palm strike was both fast and fierce. If it struck Mingyue's face, not only would her beauty be ruined, but she would also sustain serious injury. It could even leave her completely disfigured.
Although Mingyue was not a martial artist, she still had good eyesight and reflexes. Seeing the attack, her face drained of color, and she instinctively stepped back.
But no matter how quickly she moved, how could she outpace a mid-tier Yellow Level Martial Artist?
Before the warrior's palm could even touch her, the fierce palm wind had already reached her, causing Mingyue's facial skin to sting painfully.
Ah—
Mingyue shut her eyes tightly and let out a high-pitched scream.
Just as the martial artist's hand was about half a foot from Mingyue's cheek, it abruptly stopped and could go no further.
"Friend, don't you think you're being a bit too harsh?"
