Ning Rongrong wrinkled her little nose and covered her big eyes, too afraid to watch.
"Brother Ye Xuan was way too ruthless... Tang San was practically beaten into a dead dog."
Hu Liena's alluring eyes curved slightly, and a satisfied smile curled at her lips.
"Who told him to keep trying to oppose Junior Brother? He brought this outcome upon himself."
She hated seeing others scheme against Ye Xuan most of all. Watching Tang San get brutally taught a lesson now filled her with nothing but satisfaction.
Zhu Zhuqing nodded, her cool eyes devoid of the slightest pity.
"Showing mercy to an enemy is being cruel to yourself. It is perfectly understandable for Lord Holy Son to act this way."
In the arena, Ye Xuan stopped punching.
Tang San lay sprawled over the reef, covered in blood and barely breathing. Only his faint breaths proved that he was still alive.
His limbs were twisted at grotesque angles, and not a single part of his body remained intact. His unfocused eyes were filled with terror and despair, completely stripped of their former arrogance and defiance.
Ye Xuan looked down at him from above, his tone icy.
"Now, will you admit defeat?"
Tang San struggled to move his eyes, staring at Ye Xuan's figure as though he were a god or demon. Feeling the searing pain within his body and his utterly collapsed Soul Power, even the last trace of resistance in his heart vanished into smoke.
He wanted to nod, only to discover that he could not even move his neck. He could only make hoarse "Hah... hah..." sounds, his eyes filled with pleading.
Seeing this, a mischievous smile appeared on Ye Xuan's lips.
"Why aren't you shouting that you surrender? Don't tell me you don't want to?"
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