All around, it fell silent once more. Everyone stared at the scene with gaping mouths, taking a while to regain their senses.
After a moment, a hand covered in mud shakily pushed aside the broken tiles on top, one piece, another piece, and yet another piece, until finally, a trembling figure struggled to crawl out.
Remember how earlier Nian An Yao was sent flying by Mu Han Yan's strike, the bricks pressing on him blasted away, and he emerged straightaway. But this time, he crawled out slowly and laboriously, clearly showing that Grandmaster Nian was seriously injured.
"Impossible, impossible, what kind of sorcery did you use?" Nian An Yao muttered to himself.
At this moment, Nian An Yao not only had bulging lumps on his forehead, but blood continued to spray from his nostrils, a sight so miserable it tugged at one's heartstrings.
