Controlling the Situation

Things had reached this point; it was no longer so easy to wrap them up. Even though Yun Di was the Fifth Prince, he had offended so many people that even he felt unable to protect himself, let alone anyone else.

Seeing Huo Hai still standing at the entrance with that strange grin, several breathtaking beauties beside him, rage and jealousy surged into Yun Di's heart. "You bastard, what are you laughing at? Did you use some kind of evil sorcery? Wake up, all of you! Hurry up and kill that brat for me!" Yun Di screamed hysterically.

No matter what, he refused to admit defeat. No matter what, he did not want to lose to some country bumpkin. Feeling the burning pain on his face, Yun Di grew even crazier. Seeing his subordinates still wrecking the bookshelves, he rushed up in fury and began punching and kicking them.

Under normal circumstances, even if these subordinates were treated like this by Yun Di, they would not dare say anything and could only endure it. But once a wastrel like Yun Di flew into a rage, he disregarded everything, utterly overlooking the current situation.

The spot Yun Di charged toward happened to be where his sole Spirit Adept subordinate stood. Before he could even curse after throwing that punch, the Spirit Adept subordinate turned around and smashed a fist fiercely into Yun Di's stomach.

"Ah..." Yun Di let out a shrill scream. This was no mere slap; it was a full-powered blow. Sent flying, Yun Di writhed and struggled on the ground, his face completely distorted. This was not child's play—it was truly a full-force strike. How had the pampered Yun Di ever suffered such an injury?

Though Yun Di's strength had also reached the Spirit Adept level, he had attained