Chương 987: The Son of Deity and the Young Master

"I told you to move away."

Zhang Ruochen walked straightly with the stone beauty to get down the platform, as if he didn't see Huo Yin.

Fire lit in Huo Yin's eyes. He growled, "Go to hell!"

He threw his right fist to strike. The deafening sound of thunder and lightning was heard.

But before his fist could land on Zhang Ruochen's body, the sound of bones cracking was heard.

Then, Huo Yin was thrown back like a kite cut from its string, falling into the nearby lake. 

The cracking sound of bones was from the broken arm of Huo Yin.

All people felt astonished. They had seen clearly what had just happened.

Apparently it was not Murong Yue who hurt Huo Yin. Her cultivation was still far from that of Huo Yin.

Only some figures above the State of Half-Saint had seen the last scene clearly.

They looked at Zhang Ruochen with surprise. No one dared to look down on him.