"Fuck, this, this has to be fake, right…"
"Someone actually dared to smash a wine bottle on the Crown Prince's face!"
"That's insane!"
Bai Tianfan covered his injured face, looked down, and realized his hands were covered in blood.
"Ah, blood!" Bai Tianfan was both shocked and furious; he had hemophobia, and would go weak at the sight of blood.
"Son of a bitch, do you know how much I hate blood! Come, someone come, kill him for me!"
Dozens of demonic pseudo-Saint powerhouses moved upon hearing the order, all rushing towards Ye Wudao.
"Martial King, these are all pseudo-Saint level powerhouses!"
"The Saint Heir might be in danger!" his subordinates said with worried expressions.
The Martial King's expression was also solemn as he said, "I have already reported to the higher-ups; a pseudo-Saint level powerhouse will come to rescue him immediately!"
Ye Wudao stood in place, completely ignoring the demonic pseudo-Saint powerhouses charging at him.
