"Alright, Grandpa listens to you."
Nangong Aoshi nodded and stepped towards Tang Ming.
"Actually, we don't have that much enmity, no need to turn me into a human stick, right?"
Tang Ming squinted his eyes, asking uncertainly.
"Kid, now you're scared?"
Nangong Tianyue sneered disdainfully and said coldly, "Since I dared to imprison you in the Medicine Sect, I'm not afraid that you can recover your cultivation. When my grandpa roamed the cities of the Jianghu years ago, you were still in liquid form; just wait to be crippled."
"Young one, it's your fault for offending someone from the Nangong Family, prepare to die."
Nangong Aoshi smiled coldly, suddenly raised his hand, and slapped towards Tang Ming, causing a gust of strong wind instantly.
The hand energy released by Nangong Aoshi flew towards himself. Tang Ming snorted softly, slowly lifted his hand, and pressed in the void, directly scattering Nangong Aoshi's Qi with an invisible force.
