BAM!
Jing Xuan's body went flying. He stumbled back several steps before finally coming to a stop.
He subconsciously touched his face, a searing pain shooting through it. He had been completely stunned by the slap!
'So overbearing!'
The eyes of the crowd below narrowed. They never expected Ye Wushuang to slap Jing Xuan directly, sending him flying off the battle stage.
"Lady Xiangg, that's Young Master Ye!"
Guo Yurong stared at the figure on the stage, then turned to Lady Xiangg, her expression one of delight!
Lady Xiangg's beautiful eyes had already shifted to Ye Wushuang. She shed her languid posture and smiled faintly. "What an overbearing man. But... he's grown even stronger!"
"Ye Wushuang!"
Meanwhile, in the crowd, Qian Heng was also staring at the stage, his eyes veiled with hatred and killing intent.
"I will avenge my son. Just you wait." His furious, teeth-grinding whisper was lost in the noise of the crowd.
