Bang! Zhongli Wu was hurled into the wall, smashing a huge, human-shaped hole straight through it.
His face and body were covered in bloody whip marks. One look was enough to tell he had suffered a vicious beating.
Suddenly, a huge, blood-red hand seized him by the throat.
"Urgh, M-Mother!" Zhongli Wu choked out.
"I only told you to capture one person, and you managed to throw away every Enshrined Elder and elder you sent?" Blood-colored soul power surged through Ye Xishui's hand. With just a little more pressure, she could strangle Zhongli Wu on the spot.
"Ah, Mother, spare me!" Zhongli Wu reached out in agony, begging his mother for mercy.
"Enough, Xi Shui. I think you've gone far enough. I told you back then not to provoke that boy again, but you refused to listen, and now look at the mess we're in!" Long Xiaoyao sighed.
"I don't need a lecture from you!" Ye Xishui snorted coldly.
"As I see it, we've already lost nine experts. We can't afford any more losses. Why don't I go speak to him myself? If he could deal with nine Titled Douluos in an instant, his strength must at least be somewhere between rank 98 and rank 99. He might even be no weaker than either of us. If we keep offending him, we may never sleep soundly again!" Long Xiaoyao truly felt helpless when dealing with Ye Xishui.
"I don't need you meddling. If you won't help me, then don't get in my way. I'll find a solution myself!"
"The blood marks I planted inside those Enshrined Elders tell me that most of their vital signs are very stable. That proves they aren't dead yet. Since that's the case, I'll go myself and bring that boy back. Then we'll naturally be