"This is encouragement. When you grow powerful in the future, you must protect me, all right? Don't let me be bullied." Jiang Ruoyao said with a smile.
"Ow..."
Not far away, divine light flashed from the Ancient Mirror, and Jia Duobao tumbled out clutching his backside. He hit the ground and wailed without end, his face twisted in pain.
His Natal Mystic Tool also fell beside him. It too was wailing, badly injured.
The next moment, Chu Qing'er flew out as well, her face pale from exhaustion. Still, she was in better shape, at least she was not clutching her backside.
Right after that, Huang Xuan came out too, sprawled on the ground in the shape of a large character. His backside was swollen sky-high, and his body twitched nonstop, as though he was about to breathe his last.
"You only lasted that long?" Hua Yunfei frowned as he looked over.
"Master, forgive this disciple's incompetence."
Jia Duobao somehow produced a little white flag, waved it, and indicated that he truly could not go on.
"My butt..."
Huang Xuan lay sprawled there, unable to stop howling as tears streamed down his face. Just now, he had thought Hua Yunfei was going to kill him, laying into him mercilessly. His backside had nearly failed to see tomorrow's sun.
"Master, this disciple did his best." Chu Qing'er sat there weakly and gave a bitter smile.
"You still need to work harder. How can this be enough?" Hua Yunfei said seriously.
"Heavenly Emperor Fist!"
Inside the Ancient Mirror, only Ye Bufan was still fighting. His battle intent was astonishing, his blood and qi surged like a tide, and he unleashed the Heavenly Emperor Fist in a bloody battle against the incarnation, refusing to retreat even a single step.
His strength was plain for