Bab 101: Don’t you say that of my sister

He lay there motionless as his ears were haunted by a sneer of incredulous mocking while he curled his fingers on the blade tightly.

With a swift swoosh; the long blade was thrust into the ring.

The seemingly thin and weak body slowly got up with the support of the weapon.

"I forbid you to speak ill about my sister!"

He bellowed out in rage.

But Ye Qing Ling was still indulged in the joy of victory as she laughed heartily, completely oblivious to what he just said.

She contemptuously shot a contemptuous glance at Ye Feng Yu: "Hey, loser, any last words?"

"I! Forbid! You! To! Speak! Ill! About! My! Sister! "

With a single knee still on the ground, the young lad forcefully punched the words in the air with both his arms held on the long blade.

The moment he finished his last word, Ye Feng Yu had turned into an arrow pulled away from the bow and dashed towards Ye Qing Ling.