"Yan Xing, destroy his cultivation, then let him go!" Yan Qi said to the thin boy beside him.
Hearing that, Yan Xing punched toward Su Mo with a diabolical smile.
The crowd was frightened by their actions. They were going to destroy Su Mo's cultivation just because he had offended them.
Everyone sadly looked at Su Mo.
Now that they had asked for those seats, he had better give them up. It was not worth having his cultivation destroyed just in order to show himself.
However, just when the crowd was feeling sad about Su Mo, something strange happened.
Crack!
With a clear sound, Yan Xing felt a burning pain on his face before he could punch at Su Mo.
A clear handprint appeared on his face.
Yan Xing was stunned!
The others were also stunned!
"Damn, you're courting death!"