At the same time, another person appeared on the stage. No one knew how he appeared; they just felt a momentary blur before this man stood on the stage.
He was tall and slender, with a clear, white face that exuded a distinct cold and handsome appearance. His dark, deep eyes glimmered with an enchanting luster. His thick eyebrows, high nose, and exquisite lips all projected an aura of nobility and elegance.
This man walked to Long Yi's side, undid his acupoints, and coldly said, "Disgraceful."
Long Yi bowed his head in shame. He couldn't believe that the girl was so cunning. Clearly on the verge of losing, she resorted to deception and struck his acupoints. "Young Master, I was wrong."
This man was Long Rui. From the tree, he saw Long Yi in danger. Of course, he wouldn't stand by and do nothing. He casually plucked a leaf and flicked it towards the girl, then leaped onto the stage. How could the Ghost King's people be so easily bullied?
