"Kid with the surname Ning, take my palm strike!"
Elder Qin charged to the front, striking from afar with a powerful palm strike that surged toward Ning Fan.
"Elder Qin, stop! I forbid you to lay a hand on him!"
Hua Nishang cried out in alarm, about to rush forward to stop it.
But she had only just yesterday taken a lightning strike for Ning Fan, and her severe injuries had barely started to heal; how could she stop it?
Ning Fan couldn't bear to let her die in vain, so he pushed her aside and met Elder Qin's palm with his own.
Bang!
Ning Fan remained unmoved, while Elder Qin was sent flying backward on the spot, crashing through more than a dozen disciples and several dozens of Flower Servants before heavily falling to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.
When he looked at Ning Fan again, his eyes were filled with incredible shock.