After retreating ten steps to the side, Xia Ye stepped sideways with his left foot, stabilizing his body by stepping on a small dirt pit.
Gradually, the confident expression on Xia Ye's face solidified as he lowered his head to look at his hand—the hand that Qin Mo had kicked.
There's a bit of numbness!
For the sake of appearances, Xia Ye hurriedly put the numb hand back but his expression couldn't form the same confidence as before when he felt the paralysis that couldn't be immediately dispelled.
This kick showed many things.
If this kick came from the Upper Profound Realm, he would believe it!
But if they say it was kicked by someone in the Lower Profound Realm, he absolutely wouldn't believe it.
Yet it was his own body that got kicked, he had no choice but to believe.
"Very good! Very good!" As he spoke, Xia Ye repeatedly clenched his fist, accelerating blood flow to alleviate the numbness.
