Ye Wuming's Qi Force suddenly erupted, trying to shake off the demonic hand holding his wrist by Zhao Changhe.
Unfortunately, given their current disparity, simply erupting Qi Force was no longer enough to shake off the grip.
Ye Wuming's other hand swiftly struck, and Zhao Changhe also made a move, the two exchanged several blows with loud smacks, but the hand remained firmly clasped, refusing to let go.
Ling Ruoyu couldn't bear to watch; it felt as childish as a spat between herself and Queque. Especially since neither dared to use excessive force in this bout, it was entirely like playing patty-cake.
She wondered how other people's children felt when they saw their father teasing their mother. Ling Ruoyu felt so awkward, she wanted to dig a hole in the ground with her toes and disappear, wishing there was a bottle of soy sauce outside for her to go fetch.
