"Recovered pretty well, old Yan. There isn't a mark left on your face."
Xie Yue stared at Yan's face from side to side. After confirming there was not a single trace of injury, he patted Yan's shoulder as if offering congratulations.
"The wounds on my face will heal with time, but the scars in my heart will only grow deeper. I won't forget what that bastard did to me. I'll definitely get revenge!"
Yan clenched his teeth so tightly that the words were practically squeezed through the gaps between them. His fists were clenched just as tightly, and the cracking of grinding bones could even be heard. He looked like a man burdened by a deep and bitter grudge.
"Now that you've said that, I really won't feel the slightest guilt beating you up. Xue'er, do it!"
"Fourth Soul Skill—"
"Sacred Imprisonment!"
Although Yan and the other two reacted quickly enough, caught off guard as they were, they did not even have time to summon their Martial Souls before Qian Renxue's Fourth Soul Skill bound them into dumpling-like bundles.
"Lin Du?! You again! What are you trying to do?!"
Facing Lin Du's faintly smiling expression, Yan inexplicably felt a chill down his back. Yet, to display his manliness before Hu Liena, he still shouted loudly despite his outward bravado and inner fear, trying to drown out his terror with sheer volume.
"What am I doing? Didn't I make it perfectly clear just now? I'm here to beat you up, of course."
Lin Du casually shook out his hand, as though warming it up.
"Lin Du, Yan was indeed in the wrong last time, but you already beat him up and took the Spirit Bone that originally belonged to him. The two of you should be even by now. Yet you've