The moment his voice fell, the youth opened his palm, and an almost imperceptible Fist Intent circled the entire inn.
In the next instant, the loudmouths from the Martial World in the inn all changed their expressions, foreheads dripping with cold sweat, their bodies completely immobile.
"Fist... Perfect Fist Intent!?"
"Young hero, please spare our lives. We were merely running our mouths, we've offended you..."
Chen Yi slightly frowned, displeased as he looked at the three men.
But before he made a move, a youth next to them had already lifted his hand and shattered the Fist Intent surrounding them.
Then, the youth dressed in a green robe stood up, cupped his fist in the other hand, and said, "Sorry, my brother is temperamental, I hope everyone can be understanding."
The youth had a complexion white as jade, with a tall figure and an aura of scholarly poise—not seeming at all like a Martial Artist, and more like someone who came from a Holy Land of the Academy.
