Just as Xiao Han said, a single hand suppressed Zi Mu.
Qin Yu and his companion were startled; they exchanged a look, both seeing the shock in the other's eyes.
They rushed over, attacking Xiao Han, hoping to rescue Zi Mu.
Xiao Han gave them a glance, and the hand that was suppressing Zi Mu sent out two streams of True Qi, blasting towards them.
The two were startled; they resisted, but the next moment, they were retreating, their facial color flushed, nearly injured.
Xiao Han had only used one hand, yet he had put the three of them in such disarray. Zi Mu struggled to burst forth, with his whole body engulfed in a vast purple aura, like a layer of purple Divine Flame pulsing, his entire face flushed red, clearly pushing his True Qi to its limit.
But he couldn't break free from Xiao Han's suppression; even though it was just one hand, it was like ninety thousand heavy mountains bearing down, rendering him completely immobile.
