"Hey! Senior Sister Jiang, where are you running off to? Stop right there! Your junior brother has a few heartfelt words to tell you!"
Ying Ming Hao shouted at the top of his lungs, waving his club as he rampaged through the crowd as though no one could stand in his way. Wherever he passed, the fellow disciples who tried to block him were sent flying.
Jiang Zhiqing cursed inwardly without pause, but turned a deaf ear to Ying Ming Hao's shouts and simply ran with her head down.
She had truly had enough of this bastard. She had deliberately avoided him for over three whole years. She had no desire to avenge that big-breasted, brainless Jiang Zhirou, yet in the end, he had still latched onto her. What the hell was this?!
There was truly nowhere to turn for justice!
Seeing Ying Ming Hao drawing closer and closer, Jiang Zhiqing felt anxiety burn through her heart, and her steps grew even faster.
Just then, another furious roar rang across the battlefield: "Ying Ming Hao, you fucking bastard! Stop running if you've got the balls!"
It was Zhang Yu. His face full of urgency, he was charging toward Ying Ming Hao, with no room in his eyes for anyone or anything else. The head of Ying Ming Hao, whom he hated to the bone, was his sole target.
Before Zhang Yu could reach him, however, a figure suddenly darted out from the side and blocked his path, shouting, "Junior Brother Zhang, you're not going anywhere! Take my club!"
The newcomer was Yang Fanzhou. Holding a thick wooden club, he smashed it viciously at Zhang Yu without another word.
Caught off guard, Zhang Yu was driven back again and again. Unable to break free for the moment, he could only