Bang!
In the end, the Slender Boy fell one move short. Ye Qingxuan's cannonball-like fist sent him flying, tracing an arc through the air before he crashed to the ground dozens of meters away like a kite with its string cut!
"Get him!"
"Kill him!"
At the sight, the Heavenly Prodigies around them erupted like ignited powder kegs, roaring as they lunged at Ye Qingxuan like starving tigers pouncing on prey.
They all knew perfectly well that now that the Slender Boy had lost, it was their turn to step up!
"Hahahaha..."
Facing enemies surging toward him like a tide, Ye Qingxuan showed not the slightest fear. Instead, he burst into crazed laughter.
His laughter sounded particularly grating amid the clamor of the battlefield, as though mocking these Heavenly Prodigies.
Blood from the boy's earlier blow still stained Ye Qingxuan's face, making him look savage and terrifying.
Yet his eyes gleamed with madness, as though he held these opponents in utter contempt.
Hundreds of Heavenly Prodigies swallowed Ye Qingxuan in their midst, and a chaotic melee erupted.
Yet mere seconds later, the situation suddenly reversed. Like a man possessed by a god of war, Ye Qingxuan charged left and right through the crowd, leaving bodies tumbling and screams ringing out wherever he went.
The Slender Boy struggled to climb to his feet. His grievous injuries left him swaying unsteadily, but his gaze remained fierce as he stared fixedly at Ye Qingxuan, seemingly ready to join the fight again.
Just then, a small, plump hand settled gently on his shoulder like a ghost.
The boy turned in shock. When he saw who it was, he could not help crying out:
"Sister..."
Standing behind him was his older sister, Ye Yuan.
Tear tracks covered Ye Yuan's face. Her once-beautiful features now