Thud!
With his right hand still lightly swirling the bowl of wine, Jian Wushuang reached out to the middle-aged man's wrist with his left hand. It was like a huge pair of pliers in action as Jian Wushuang exerted significant strength.
Crack!
Sounds of bones cracking traveled through the air. The middle-aged man's face turned red, like the color of a pig liver. His mouth was opened as if he wanted to say something.
Jian Wushuang gave him a tight slap.
Slap!
Bang!
The crisp sound resounded and the middle-aged man was seen flying through the air. He crashed painfully against the wall of the secret chamber.
The walls trembled for a while, and the man slowly slid off the wall.
Tang Wuji and the Guests at the pavilion were standing at the side, shocked by the sight that just unfolded before their eyes.
This middle-aged man was Ouyang Xiu. He is an expert of the Ouyang clan who had reached the Profound Yin Void Realm.
