Cough, cough, cough!
"Prince, are you all right?!"
Having flown off the arena, Huangfu Wuliang only managed to steady himself with Mu Jingyi's support. His face was twisted in pain as he coughed violently several times. His head felt heavy, his vision blurred by mist, and even his consciousness seemed to be growing hazy.
A huge, swollen red mark covered Huangfu Wuliang's face, and a burning pain ran through both his face and body.
His tattered princely robes, bleeding arms, and the swollen boot print on his face made Huangfu Wuliang look both ridiculous and miserable.
Venerable Yanjin appeared beside Huangfu Wuliang in an instant. His expression was dark, yet anxious. With a wave of his hand, the massive red imprint of a military boot vanished from Huangfu Wuliang's face.
Standing atop the arena, Lu Bu listened to the cheers and praise of the common people. He repeatedly clasped his fists and waved in acknowledgment.
Glancing sideways, Lu Bu kept most of his attention on Huangfu Wuliang and the others. Seeing Venerable Yanjin's actions, he did not care much.
He knew that Great Feng had already suffered enough humiliation from that kick. If Xing Wang were left with a giant footprint on his face before the eyes of the masses, Great Feng would have been utterly disgraced today.
He had not put much force into that kick in the first place, so it was easy enough to treat. Otherwise, given Huangfu Wuliang's condition just now, Lu Bu had been fully capable of kicking his head apart. Unfortunately, that was not allowed in Tiandu City. There were simply too many rules.
Lu Bu could not help shaking his head slightly, feeling somewhat regretful.
"Mu Jingyi!"
Venerable Yanjin raised his head and spoke. Mu Jingyi immediately understood, swiftly channeling his true qi