Hao Nong's face was suddenly frozen with murderous intent, incredulous.
Yun Rong opened his eyes wide, and was tripped hard by the strap of his garment beneath his feet.
Ji Pei shivered violently, looking at the young man who delivered the handsome punch with admiration in his eyes, whether he secretly enjoyed it, only he knew.
According to common sense, the World Sword Master Baili Yu, whose cultivation was already at the bottleneck of the great realm, shouldn't be so defenselessly hit by such an extremely ordinary yet solid punch.
But in fact, he was hit squarely with no ability to react.
Sword Master Yu grunted, covering his cheek, nose bleeding, his body taking two steps back, looking at Baili An with a face full of shock and disbelief, as if he was dumbfounded.
Baili An casually rubbed his wrist, looked back at Hao Nong: "Does it relieve your anger?"
Hao Nong nodded blankly, silly replied: "It does relieve some anger, damn it."
