"Kill you? You're deliberately trying to make me break the rules. Just by you, it's not worth my effort!"
Wey Yixue mocked.
"Then just you wait." Chu Xun said with a smile.
"However, although I can't kill you, letting you suffer a little and learn a lesson is still doable!"
A cruel smile appeared on Wey Yixue's face.
"We can't fight anymore!"
"If this continues, someone will really get killed!"
Di Yuan shouted, jumping in front of Chu Xun with reddened eyes.
Smack—
However, Wey Yixue responded with a vicious slap.
The slap sent Di Yuan flying, crashing into several tables, his cheek swelling instantly, blood flowing profusely.
"Di Yuan!"
Seeing Di Yuan's miserable state, the others immediately rushed to help him up.
"Block me? Do you even know your own strength?"
Wey Yixue wiped his hand, as if hitting Di Yuan had soiled it.
"I'll remember this slap too."
