C505 Your Arm Is Made of Mud Right
C505 Your Arm Is Made of Mud Right
The surrounding people also retreated dozens of steps. Their eyes were very indifferent. No one was willing to offend the Nangong Clan and go forward to fight for justice.
The few guards at the city gate also acted as if they were not involved. As long as they had not entered the city, any conflict had nothing to do with them.
"And you, this trash, this young master will personally deal with you!"
Nangong Xiao's eyes swept across Mu Yu, and a ruthless expression emerged on his face.
After using the unique movement technique of the Nangong Clan, he crossed several meters with a single step and appeared in front of Mu Yu.
"Crimson Palm!"
His palm was like a burning iron brand, and with an imposing manner, it struck towards Mu Yu's chest.
"No!"
On the other side, Xu Xuan'er, who had yet to officially start the battle, saw that Mu Yu was deeply in danger. Her heart was anxious like an ant on a hot pan.
She knew that Mu Yu was seriously injured and could not resist at this moment.
So without thinking, she quickly rushed towards Mu Yu.
However, just as she took two steps, she was stopped by the two middle-aged men from the Nangong Clan.
Their eyes were cold as they said, "Your opponent is us. If you want to save your little lover, first defeat the two of us."
Xu Xuan'er saw that she was unable to save him immediately and was so anxious that tears flowed down her face.
She gritted her silver teeth and ignored everything else as she desperately sent the two middle-aged men from the Nangong Clan to fight.
When the surrounding people saw Nangong Xiao striking out with his palm, they also started discussing.
"This kid is dead for sure! He only has 369 Strength, and I estimate that he's only at the Heart Stage. How could he possibly defend against Young Master Nangong's palm strike?"
"Serves him right! He wanted to cling onto such an outstanding woman just because of his pretty face. It was only a matter of time before he was taken care of by someone. Even without Young Master Nangong, there would still be Young Master Duanmu, Young Master Gu, and Young Master Soul. "
They didn't have a shred of sympathy for Mu Yu. Instead, they were criticizing Mu Yu, as if Mu Yu had done something wrong.
As for those who were stronger than them in terms of background and strength, even if they did something that angered both man and god, they wouldn't dare to criticize them.
As for those who were weaker than them, if they could get something that they couldn't get, they would feel jealous. They would add insult to injury, and it would be shameful for them.
At this moment, Nangong Xiao's palm had successfully hit Mu Yu's chest, followed by a cracking sound.
The sound of bones breaking resounded in the surroundings.
Nangong Xiao could not help but sneer, "Not even one..."
However, he did not continue laughing because the intense pain spread from his wrist to his entire body like a tidal wave.
"Ah..."
Very quickly, the intense pain reached its peak. Nangong Xiao screamed like a pig being slaughtered as he rolled on the ground.
His handsome face turned ugly because of the pain.
Mu Yu stood with his hands behind his back and looked down at him. He said, "Your arm is made of mud, right? It broke so easily!"
Although Mu Yu was seriously injured and had yet to recover, the power of the immortal indestructible phagosome was still there. With Nangong Xiao's cultivation, how could he hurt him?
At the same time, his palm force was completely reflected back.
Nangong Xiao didn't show any mercy to Mu Yu. Therefore, the force of the backlash broke his arm.
No one in the crowd could react to the sudden turn of events.
They were like stone statues, motionless. Only their eyes were wide and round, as if they had seen a ghost in broad daylight.
"This... this..."
For a moment, everyone was so shocked that they could not speak.