Flame Dog Grand Duke

Even more terrifying was that blood was pouring from their mouths, ears, noses—even from down below.

It really was rather frightening.

Wang Sheng looked utterly calm. "My apologies, Young Master Luo. You said they were geniuses, so I struck a little harder. I simply didn't expect them to be so unable to withstand a single blow... Truly, I'm sorry. Please forgive me."

Young Master Luo, Zhu Huan, and the two women all cursed inwardly at the same time, "Forgive your ass!"

At the same time, Young Master Luo and Zhu Huan exchanged a look. Now they finally understood why Wang Sheng had been sent a crimson-gold invitation.

This guy was a monster on the same level as the three great freaks!

The two women looked as if they had seen a ghost.

"Clap, clap, clap...!"

A burst of applause rang out.

A man in a golden robe stood there, with shoulder-length hair, a face as sharply cut as if by a blade, a straight nose and square mouth, and an exceptionally handsome appearance.

His entire body carried an inviolable aura, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's.

Most distinctive of all was the mark between his brows, a pattern where lightning and flame intertwined.

It draped him in an aura both mysterious and profound.

At the sight of him, Zhu Huan's face flushed. She went up to meet him at once. "Ting, why are you here?"

Ting first returned Zhu Huan's smile, then nodded to Young Master Luo, before finally settling his gaze on Wang Sheng.

He smiled and said, "With such a commotion here, everyone in the Duke Mansion must have been alarmed! How could I be any exception?"

After saying that, he carefully surveyed the surroundings and said with some amazement, "As expected of someone the