What?!
At Jiang Yaru's words, Feng Hetang and the others were stunned. What was going on? The guy had only said a single sentence—why had Jiang Yaru suddenly changed her attitude?
"Good. Then come over here. We can have some fun tonight."
Lv Weihai gave her a strange smile.
"Okay, all right." Jiang Yaru swayed unsteadily and started walking toward him.
Xia Ping immediately sensed that something was wrong. His mental strength was far greater than that of an ordinary person, and he sensed at once that an evil mental force was enveloping Jiang Yaru, throwing her into confusion.
There was no doubt about it. Lv Weihai must have used some kind of sinister secret technique to make Jiang Yaru act this way.
"Ugh!"
Without a word, Xia Ping let out a roar. Heavenly Dragon Eight Sounds!
With a boom, a roar erupted in the air, like a lion king bellowing in the mountains or hundreds of war drums thundering across a battlefield. The sound waves burst forth with terrifying force.
This sound carried the power of a secret mental technique and possessed frightening destructive force. Like a tidal wave, it solidified in the air and spread in every direction.
"Ah!"
Caught off guard, Lv Weihai let out a miserable scream. Xia Ping's sound waves struck him, wreaking terrible havoc on his body.
It was as if he had suffered a backlash from a secret mental technique. His body flew backward, his internal organs badly damaged. He was sent more than ten meters through the air before crashing to the ground.
Blood ran from his eyes, nose, and mouth. He looked utterly wretched.
"Hmm?"
When Lv Weihai was blasted away, Jiang Yaru regained consciousness and stopped walking. Her eyes were still a little dazed, though; she had no idea what