Dueling Duan Qingshan

Seeing the traces of blood leaking out from Ouyang Ting’s mouth, the crowd began to feel uneasy. Qin Wentian didn’t move to attack—had his will of Mandate grown strong enough to the point where he could directly injure Ouyang Ting?

Duan Qingshan dashed forth, appearing in front of Ouyang Ting as his own aura blasted out, sweeping over Qin Wentian. “If you dare make another move, don’t blame me for being ruthless, even if you are an esteemed guest of my Ouyang Aristocrat Clan, .”

“You truly overestimate yourself.”

Qin Wentian continued stepping forwards. The instant his step landed, a terrifying fluctuation of energy blasted onto Ouyang Ting again. Ouyang Ting grew even paler as her body hunched over, her only response was to cough out even more blood.