A commotion suddenly erupted, and True Qi surged like a wild torrent, as the dark-skinned youth and his party brazenly struck out. Their fierce punches and palm strikes all aimed directly at Ye Xuan.
"Step back a bit."
Facing the siege of the dark-skinned youth and the others, Ye Xuan showed no sign of panic, instead he looked towards Nangong Yao and the others, signaling for them to move back.
The dark-skinned youth's eyes quickly darkened upon seeing this; the kid was outrageously arrogant.
However, he soon realized his mistake. As he watched his comrades being effortlessly sent flying by Ye Xuan, rolling on the ground and wailing, it came to his turn, and without even lasting a round, he too was captured alive by Ye Xuan.
"How is this possible? Which family's Princely Heir are you?"
