Yu Ziyi and Wu Qirong stared at Duanmu Huanghun, looking as if they had seen a ghost.
At this point of time, Duanmu Huanghun’s appearance was extremely comical. His usual handsome face that even women would be envious of was swollen and bruised. Many plasters were stuck to his face in a disorderly manner, making it almost unbearable to look at.
However, Duanmu Huanghun seemed to be in a good mood as he wolfed down his food.
Yu Ziyi and Wu Qirong cast a glance at each other. Both of them sensed an unusual aura coming from Brother Duanmu.
Something was not right!
The news of Duanmu Huanghun’s terrible defeat had been spread throughout the Jadeite Forest. Various rumors were spreading everywhere in the city. Those who rejoiced in Duanmu Huanghun’s misfortune said that he had overestimated his capabilities and he was just fishing for compliments. Some also said that he had thoroughly embarrassed the Jadeite Forest.