(Second update)
In the VIP seats.
Ning Fengzhi shook his head with a laugh. He had not expected Yang Ming, his future son-in-law, to have such a side to him. He could actually be so ruthless toward a delicate beauty like Huo Wu. If it had been Ning Fengzhi himself, he might have taken the opportunity to display his charm and win Huo Wu's heart.
What Yang Ming had done could not exactly be called crushing a flower with a ruthless hand, but he might have lost a potential romance because of it.
Ning Fengzhi tipped his head back slightly, his heart full of emotion.
"This young man is interesting."
Although Ning Fengzhi found Yang Ming's actions somewhat amusing, as a father, he was quite satisfied with them. At least it showed that Yang Ming was not some womanizer or seasoned rake. If his daughter Rongrong were entrusted to Yang Ming, she would not suffer too much. It gave him some reassurance.
By that logic, Ning Fengzhi was being a little hypocritical.
Still, nobody in the world was perfect. People had different perspectives in different roles and situations, so it was understandable.
Platinum Bishop Salas's expression was as deep as water. Murderous intent flickered beneath his half-closed eyes. He had reached the point where he desperately wanted to kill a peerless genius like Yang Ming with his own hands.
As Yang Ming continued revealing one extraordinary skill after another, Platinum Bishop Salas suddenly realized that Yang Ming seemed to have far too many skills.
Even if a single Soul Ring could carry two skills, or even three, Yang Ming still had an absurdly excessive number of skills.
Besides, these days, he had only ever seen people possess two skills from one Soul Ring. He had never seen anyone whose every