"What do you think you are doing?" Shen Jiayi stared at Shen Yanxiao nervously as the latter moved closer toward them. Just moments ago, she thought the punk was beneath her. How would she know that a powerful swordsman like Tang Nazhi would take a beating? Shen Jiayi still did not understand what had happened.
Somewhat dreadful of the young archer, Shen Jiayi was afraid to go forward without careful consideration.
Shen Yanxiao raised her eyebrows. She completely ignored the screaming Shen Jiayi and stepped forward toward Tang Nazhi. She lifted Tang Nazhi's chin with hee bow.
Tang Nazhi's handsome face was covered with crystal clear beads of sweat. The huge pressure that he felt all over his body made him motionless.
