"Villa Owner Nangong, quiet down a bit," the purple-clad woman, Zi Mei, spoke softly at that moment, yet her voice contained a kind of magic that pierced straight into the brain. Nangong Ming's body trembled, feeling his brain buzzing, the world spinning around him, and blood began to seep from his nose and ears as his momentum rapidly drained away, forcing him to stagger backwards.
"Bang!"
Meanwhile, Xiongshan's heavy fist had already thundered out, smashing Nangong Ming's chest cavity inward as he spat out a torrent of blood and was sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground.
"Manor Lord!"
Seeing this, Lu Ya's eyes reddened with fury, and, together with the other two Innate Martial Artists, prepared to charge forward to help.
"Out of the way!"
But the refined, blue-clad scholar Lan Chen snorted disdainfully, waving his folding fan, and a demonic wind erupted in the air, sweeping across like a series of blades.
"Hiss, hiss, hiss!"