Rou'er panicked.
She took a quick step forward, spread her arms, and blocked Yu Xiaoheng.
"Xiao Heng! Don't!"
Lowering her voice, the girl said quickly, "I caused this, so how can I let you take the blame for me? Sister Rou'er is all about loyalty. If someone's getting beaten, it should be me!"
She stared at Yu Xiaoheng without blinking, afraid that he would charge out the next moment.
She knew Yu Xiaoheng was strong. He had once forcibly blocked an attack from that nearly three thousand year Ancestral Spirit Beast.
But that had only been a single block!
There were seven spirit masters on the other side, all with Soul Power far beyond theirs. If they really started fighting, how could they win?
Yet Yu Xiaoheng said nothing.
He gently moved Rou'er, who stood before him, and Liu Erlong at his side behind him.
Then he raised his eyes, his gaze passing over everyone and settling directly on Lei Hao's face.
"Apologize to Rou'er."
His voice was not loud, yet it clearly carried throughout the entire training room.
"You hurt her."
Lei Hao's brows instantly furrowed, and a trace of hesitation flashed through his eyes.
He could tell that Yu Xiaoheng was truly angry.
His father still served under the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect. Offending the Young Master over such a trivial matter was hardly wise. Besides, apologizing would not cost him anything.
But before he could speak, the team members behind him could no longer restrain themselves, indignation appearing on their faces.
In the end, under the pressure of Lei Hao's gaze, they still reluctantly forced a few words through gritted teeth.
"Sorry..."
Their voices were perfunctory, devoid of any sincerity.
Seeing this, Rou'er hurriedly stepped forward and waved her hands to smooth things over. "Ah, forget