Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Lin Yuan's hands channeled energy, with endless blade intent piercing Ouyang Xing's meridians like countless fine steel needles.
The surging energy poured in like a mountain torrent, washing away all of Ouyang Xing's struggling martial truth in an instant.
"Ah ah."
Ouyang Xing screamed in pain, his eyes flickering with fear.
He was at the Condensing Yuan stage! And Lin Yuan? Just at the Qi-Blood stage, how did he do it? Suddenly, he realized that under Lin Yuan's suppression, he had no power to resist.
As the energy continued to rinse through him, Ouyang Xing's neck started to feel numb from the pain.
Lin Yuan, however, did not stop.
"Huo Luan Martial Hall. First, I'll teach you the pain of cramping!" Lin Yuan scoffed coldly.
As soon as the words fell, Lin Yuan lifted Ouyang Xing and slammed him to the ground hard, like throwing down a puddle of mud.
Bang!
Ouyang Xing landed face-first, crying out in pain.
