Ning Shuoyi struggled a few times, wanting to get up, but only felt as though every bone in his body had shattered. Even the slightest movement was exceptionally difficult, and a salty, metallic taste rushed up into his mouth—he had clearly been heavily injured.
The entire hall fell into dead silence once more. All the dignitaries stared with wide eyes, their faces written with disbelief.
They had seen it with their own eyes: Young Master Ning's most trusted subordinate, the unfathomably powerful Ning Shuoyi, had failed to last even a single move against Lin Feng, casually tossed aside like trash.
Chapter 93