The two of them were extremely ruthless in their attack, aiming to kill with every move.
Three men surrounded Nan Batian, while Yelu guarded the perimeter along with some juniors armed with iron weapons.
Everyone witnessed the downfall of Nan Batian, many with a look of pity on their faces. Guild Leader Nan was truly unfortunate to have fallen into such dire straits.
Awoooo...
Just as everyone watched, a sudden dragon roar echoed, followed by Chen Jiusi's palm imprinting on Nan Batian's chest.
Puh~
Nan Batian spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and was sent flying through the air, landing heavily on the ground like a battered frog.
He lay there unable to rise for a long time.
His body could no longer muster any Gang Qi, and the recent palm strike had displaced his internal organs. He felt like he was going to die.
Nan Batian struggled to rise, but almost fell after trying.
With a thud, he sat down on the ground, coughing and spitting out blood.
