when had he ever been humiliated like this beforeYe Bufan said in a cold voice, "Will you kneel or not If you don't kneel, I will cripple you now!"If it wasn't for him being there today, Han Shuai and...The scene, which had just calmed down a little, instantly became agitated again. While one could still excuse Nangong Du's previous behavior as willful ignorance, what was happening now was blatant disrespect.

The competition is over, the person has been defeated and he even kicked the other person off the stage. That's really too much.

"Damn you, I'll kick your balls to pieces!"

Xiaqing was completely enraged, and she was about to rush onto the stage to fight when Ye Bufan pulled her back.

His eyes flashed with cold light, he was clearly furious to the extreme, but the basic rationality was still there. At this time, taking action would only result in losses, and he wouldn't gain any advantage at all.

While Nangong Du appeared arrogant and domineering, everything was part of a carefully laid plan to provoke himself.

The elders at the Ji Jian Men seem to have prepared themselves. Once they make a move, our side would definitely suffer losses based on our current strength.

Even though Xiaoqing possesses the strength of a peak Mahayana cultivator, she is ultimately alone. Overall, their side is still at a disadvantage.

And the identity of the demonic beast cannot be easily exposed, otherwise it will bring unnecessary trouble.

Revenge is a dish best served cold, but not now. Create the right opportunity for yourself.

"Just keep calm and focus on saving people first!"

Ye Bufan, speaking, flashed and went over to hug Jiang Fangzhou in his arms.

"Big Brother Ye, I embarrassed you!"

Jiang Fangzhou's face was pale, his condition at its worst. After speaking, a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. This injury was truly severe.

"Victory and defeat are common for soldiers, it's shameful to be a coward!"

Ye Bufan said, "Don't worry, brother will definitely avenge this for you."cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, exuding an endless sense of beauty.Jin Meier sat cross-legged, her whole being still. If you looked closely, her eyes were filled with despair.Although sh...