A basin of cold water was dumped straight over Sun Ming, drenching him like a drowned rat.
Tyrant Dragon narrowed his eyes, suddenly thinking... If this really is Senior Disciple Brother, then how satisfying must this have been? He could probably brag about it for several Void Eras at least, right?
The shock of the cold water seemed to sober Sun Ming somewhat—and made him even more irritable.
"What are you doing..." He swayed as he reached out and grabbed Tyrant Dragon by the collar, roaring, "What are you doing!"
Without a word, Tyrant Dragon slammed a friendship-ending face-breaking punch into Sun Ming's face, knocking him flat on the ground—this one would be enough for him to brag about until the next Divine Era... Satisfying!
"Roar—!!"
With his ferocity aroused, Sun Ming instinctively struck back... But in his utterly drunken state, fueled entirely by the rage in his chest, how could he possibly be Tyrant Dragon's opponent?
He was taken down with ease.
Tyrant Dragon knelt on Sun Ming's back, pinning his head to the floor as he sneered, "You're this pathetic, and I can take on ten of you!"
Sun Ming failed to break free at once. His eyes gradually turned blood-red, and his expression grew increasingly violent... Signs of Yokai Transformation began to appear on his body.
As someone with half-demonic blood, Tyrant Dragon naturally knew what this meant. He deftly pressed several vital points on Sun Ming's body... In an instant, Sun Ming seemed to have been drained of all his strength, his limbs going limp and powerless.
"Lord Buddha Child, what happened?!"
Bai Wuxia had clearly heard the commotion outside the door.
Di Qinglong calmly replied, "Nothing. These fools didn't know their place and dared to resist this Buddha Child... They've already been subdued. What are