“Stay… stay back.” 

Two minutes later, Zhao Youlong had stumbled and fallen on his back on his balcony, sitting up and staring at Xiang Ning, who had just leaped from the ground floor up to him. His face was filled with terror, and at this point, Xiang Ning started to doubt if the man before him was really a tier five, seven-star martial artist. 

“You’re an embarrassment to tier five martial artists,” he couldn’t help but complain. 

Zhao Youlong, still on the floor, didn’t fight him on it but was internally screaming, Are you even fucking human? What human beats an entire team of fighters in ten seconds from within a formation that usually traps tier six masters? And then spends the next...