"Sheng'er." Wude Marquis's eyes were shot through with blood vessels. He instantly leaped up from his chair and, with a blur of his figure, appeared beside the unconscious Wu Sheng. After confirming that Wu Sheng was only seriously injured and not in any danger of death, he finally relaxed somewhat. Then he looked up at Shui Qiudie on the platform, his gaze turning sharp.
"Marquis Wu, your son is all right, isn't he?" Iron Sword Marquis saw Wude Marquis's gaze sharpen and immediately frowned. He rose and spoke, making his meaning perfectly clear: I'm right here. Don't look at my daughter like that.
Iron Sword Marquis and Wude Marquis had known each other for many years. Iron Sword Marquis knew full well that Wude Marquis was narrow-minded and incredibly petty. Now that Wu Sheng had been defeated by Shui Qiudie—and so miserably at that—Wude Marquis was certain to be harboring resentment.
"He's fine. He won't die!" Wude Marquis said coldly. He picked up Wu Sheng, turned around, and left the Martial Arts Arena. After that, he did not say another word to Iron Sword Marquis.
Iron Sword Marquis followed him back to his chair and sat down in silence.
"As an Army Marquis, Wude Marquis has been petty for all these years, and that temper of his hasn't changed one bit. I really don't know how his subordinates put up with him." Shui Yunmeng chuckled.
"Wude Marquis naturally has his own abilities. Otherwise, he would never have become an Army Marquis who commands one side of Divine Capital today." Iron Sword Marquis said indifferently, "Shui Qiudie defeated Wu Sheng with a single punch, humiliating Wude Marquis's Estate. I'm afraid that marquis has already taken a grudge against our estate."
"How many people hasn't Wude Marquis taken a grudge against?" Shui