Wu Qichi's five fingers curled into claws. With his eyes reddened, he reached for Chen Ye's face.
However, the moment he moved, Chen Ye had already stepped forward.
A dazzling golden light shot out and slammed solidly into Wu Qichi's chest.
The next moment, there was a muffled bang.
Wu Qichi felt as if he had been struck by a tremendous force. He was sent flying backward and crashed heavily to the ground.
Before he could recover, a foot was already planted on his chest.
Wu Qichi felt an immense force, as though an invisible mountain were pressing down on him.
The true qi throughout his body stalled, leaving him unable to move.
"You..."
"What about me?"
Chen Ye looked down at him, his expression calm. He did not care in the slightest about what had just happened.
Wu Qichi's face turned ashen, and his entire body trembled.
The other man was nothing but a lowly commoner without even a pedigree, yet he had dared to attack him.
He was a scion of the mighty Bohai Wu Clan. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?
Yet the other man's cultivation was far above his own.
With that foot pressing on his chest, even breathing was difficult, let alone resisting.
But Chen Ye had no intention of letting the matter end there. He was not about to let Wu Qichi off so easily.
Seeing that Wu Qichi was still glaring at him with blood-red eyes, clearly refusing to submit, Chen Ye raised his hand and slapped him across the face.
Smack!
Wu Qichi's face was knocked to the side. His hair was disheveled, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
"Guest Wu, your people didn't understand the rules, so I've already disciplined them for you. Now,