Duanmu Huanghun had theorized numerous possible scenarios in his mind, but the scene in front of him was totally out of his expectations.
He started to laugh.
This guy who had not attended a single introductory lesson nor opened any of his natal palaces had actually dared to challenge someone of his caliber. Duanmu Huanghun was truly speechless at his audacity.
As for Ai Hui’s sweetheart, well, someone who was attracted to a wretched fool like Ai Hui could not possibly have any skill.
Today shall be the day I sort out these two adulterers and decapitate my inner demon!
Duanmu Huanghun let out an evil cackle; his eyes were practically glowing.
The next moment, however, his smile froze.
A blurry figure materialized right in front of him like a watery illusion. Fragments of a face—which certainly did not seem to belong to a beauty—appeared to pool together in front of his eyes.
So…fast!
A flawless palm, as white as snow, gently pressed on his shoulder.