Ye Baiyi was still backing away, while Zhao Ling'er kept closing in.
Bang! Ye Baiyi felt something press against his back, leaving him unable to retreat another step.
When he looked back, he found that somehow, he had already been forced into a corner.
"How is it? Are you scared? Afraid? Do you feel helpless?
"You must have never experienced emotions like these before, have you?
"Today, I'll let you properly experience what those people you bullied once felt." Zhao Ling'er spoke coldly.
She knew that the Ye Baiyi before her was exactly the kind of person Chen Ze had told her about.
Relying on his family's power and influence, he threw his weight around and tyrannized the streets. He had always believed that he was number one under heaven, and whatever he wanted should belong to him.
Ye Baiyi stared at Zhao Ling'er in terror, thinking, Why hasn't he come yet?
Whoosh!
Zhao Ling'er thrust out her sword.
In the distance, the Ye Family's three Foundation Establishment cultivators closed their eyes. It was over at last. A new Ye Family was about to arrive.
The onlookers felt that it had finally ended. Even the sky seemed to have brightened.
Ye Baiyi was finished. I'm going to die.
A moment later.
Yet what everyone had expected did not happen.
Zhao Ling'er's sword had not killed Ye Baiyi.
Instead, it pierced the ground between Ye Baiyi's legs.
Ye Baiyi had just thought he was dead. His tightly shut eyes abruptly flew open.
Seeing the sword between his legs, he seemed to realize something, but he did not dare look.
He feared that his life would be over just like this. Without that thing, what meaning would there be in living?
Yet he still could not help glancing down at his crotch.