Kong He clasped his hands over his ears, screaming miserably, as cold sweat dripped down his forehead like beans.
His face was ashen, long stripped of his former command and dominance.
At this moment, he was no Phoenix Son, just a loser, a thorough and utter loser.
Abject and disheveled!
Hong Li felt an icy cold penetrating her bones.
She absentmindedly touched the blood splattered on her face, as if trying to verify if what she saw was real or an illusion.
"No, it can't be, how dare he! How dare he!"
Hong Li shook her head vigorously, completely losing the sharpness she usually had.
Bai Qianjiao was also dumbfounded.
But in her eyes, there was a hint of fascination.
Once at the Martial Arts Festival, that boy was also so arrogant and domineering, and full of unmatched might.
She suddenly felt that she might have truly underestimated Ling Xiao.
