"Hey, hey, hey...
Senior Sister Jiang, why are you ignoring me? Are you looking down on your junior brother?
If that's the case, I'm going to get angry! Don't blame me when I call someone over to teach you a lesson!"
Ying Ming Hao shouted in displeasure. He had babbled on at length, yet Jiang Zhiqing had ignored him throughout, as though he were simply talking to himself. The scene could hardly have been more awkward.
Jiang Zhiqing's face alternated between green and white with rage. She had no idea how to respond.
This Ying Ming Hao was clearly a lunatic!
Had she not known she was no match for him, she would probably have pointed at his nose and unleashed a torrent of abuse long ago.
The more Jiang Zhiqing thought about it, the angrier she grew. Catching sight of a disciple approaching with a mocking grin to provoke her, she gave an angry shout and charged like the wind, her three-foot sword in hand, unleashing a barrage of vicious sword moves on him.
Sword light flashed, radiating a biting chill. The disciple was driven back again and again, groaning miserably and crying his heart out, constantly screaming for his parents to save him.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk... she's lost her mind again. What a pathetic lack of composure! I fucking wasted my breath. Pah! Absolutely useless!"
Watching Jiang Zhiqing's frenzied behavior, Ying Ming Hao spat contemptuously. Why did they all act like this? Couldn't they just have a pleasant chat?
Then Ying Ming Hao turned toward the other Tournament Platforms, sweeping his hawklike gaze across them.
When his gaze passed over Lu Shen, it suddenly stopped, as though something had caught his interest.
His eyes kept moving up and down, as though he intended to examine Lu Shen