Upon seeing what was coming, Tang Yin resisted the twitching of chest and gritted his teeth, and reached out his palm to strike Zhuge Zhan.
Both of their palms hit each other. Tang Yin threw up a mouthful of blood and staggered backward.
Tang Yin hurried forward and simed her pistol at Zhuge Zhan. “Stop it…”
Zhuge Zhan ignored Yuan Zhian and pushed his palm even more forcefully. At the level of Zhuge Zhan, the firearms would not cause much of a threat to him. Although it could still hurt him, the injuries would be mild and not even as threatening as the fingers of Tang Yin.