He was going to cripple his own Martial Arts!
"Master, don't!"
Chu Qianli could never have imagined that she could mean so much to him!
Just to avoid hurting her, his formidable Martial Arts, in his eyes, seemingly meant nothing at all.
All the grievances and resentments in her heart completely vanished at that moment.
"Don't!"
But, no one could stop Ye Qingying's palm strike.
As she watched, the palm imbued with a desperate, murderous intent was about to land on her chest.
Unexpectedly, just at that moment, an eerie flute melody suddenly began to play.
Almost instantaneously, Ye Qingying's eyes, which had just cleared up, once again became muddled and lost.
The descending hand abruptly stopped.
But the palm wind couldn't be halted and with a thud, he was knocked down by his own force, coughing up fresh blood!
"Stop that person!" Chu Qianli ordered sternly and immediately rushed towards Ye Qingying, "Master!"
"Be careful!" Feng Jinrui lunged over and yanked her back.