Boom!
A painful cry resonated as Yang Qi fell to the ground, spitting fresh blood.
The entire audience gasped in shock!
"Who is it that defeated Elder Yang Qi with just one move?"
"Elder Yang Qi is a True Disciple Elder!"
Everyone looked up and saw a man in golden robes approaching, dashing and handsome, holding a folding fan, and exuding grace!
"Cough, Zhu Peng, it's you!" Yang Qi looked up, his pupils filled with surprise.
"Audacious, what right do you have to call me by my real name?" Zhu Peng glanced at Yang Qi, his gaze sharp as a knife's edge.
"Saint Heir Zhu, I was wrong!" Yang Qi bowed his head.
"Scram!" Zhu Peng rebuked angrily.
Yang Qi left with a humiliated face.
Just as Yun Yue was about to escape, Zhu Peng commanded him to stop, "Stand there!"
Yun Yue turned around, trembling, and cautiously asked, "Saint Heir Zhu, do you need something?"
Smack!
Zhu Peng slapped him across the face, knocking Yun Yue to the ground.
