"Wufeng!"
Seeing Ye Wufeng already charred, like a roasted wild chicken, Saintess Luo Jia could no longer hold herself back. Ignoring her image and status as a Saintess, she shouted and rushed forward.
Once she got close, Luo Jia discovered that the situation was even worse than she had imagined!
Ye Wufeng's aura was already extremely weak, faint as a thread of breath. Had she arrived any later, he might have died on the spot...
Moreover, there was barely any intact skin left on his body... It was all scorched black, giving off a foul burnt stench...
Luo Jia felt that if the person lying here today had been anyone other than Ye Wufeng, she would never have been able to endure that smell!
Suppressing her nausea, Luo Jia raised her head and fixed Qin Jiuge with her beautiful eyes, her gaze brimming with venom. "Qin Family Divine Son, this was merely a sparring match. Was there any need for you to be so ruthless?"
Watching the aggressive Luo Jia, Qin Jiuge felt a wave of disdain.
If Ye Wufeng had been the one to injure him today, Luo Jia certainly would not have been this agitated.
This woman was clearly one of the Child of Destiny's little harem... the sort who had become someone's cauldron without even realizing it... Speaking of which, she ought to be thanking him for saving her... Yet now she was repaying kindness with enmity...
However, with everyone watching, Qin Jiuge had no need to tear apart all pretenses. He could only put on a sorrowful expression and reply with a faint smile, "Saintess, you are wise. Brother Ye's strength is indeed remarkable. If I had not gone all out, I would have been injured as well..."
"Rather than suffer myself, it was better to