Feeling a person come too close to him, Ling Han instinctively moved, and struck out with his palm.
Niu Buqun immediately grunted, and took a few steps back. His face turned from red to white, and then he suddenly spluttered out a mouthful of blood, feeling such pain that he could not speak.
He was only a Ninth Heaven Celestial King. If it were not for the fact that Ling Han had realized something had been off, and withdrawn some part of his power in the nick of time, this palm strike would have been enough to kill him several hundred times over.
Ling Han frowned. A puny Ninth Heaven actually dared to disturb him?
"Grandmaster Niu, are you all right?" That Young Master Leng hurriedly raced over. His name was Leng Xiuran, and he was a First Tier Heavenly Venerate.
Niu Buqun felt a stuffy feeling in his chest, and couldn't even speak. Even his eyes looked to be in danger of popping out.