Standing beside Wang Ba, Yu Wuheng's expression also slightly changed. Just as she was about to intervene, Wang Ba raised his hand gently to stop her.
Wang Ba slightly shook his head:
"There's no need for you to act, Junior Sister."
"But..."
Yu Wuheng hesitated.
Yu Yu had already thrown a punch!
The surging, condensed Blood Energy roared in, the gust brought forth like an extremely sharp Magic Tool, directly piercing toward Wang Ba's face.
Wang Ba sat unmoved, his gaze calm and indifferent.
He allowed the punch to come without interruption.
The surrounding people immediately let out a series of astonished cries.
But in just an instant, these cries all transformed into gasps and sounds of shock.
The faces of the Five Ghost Kings turned dazedly, as if in a dream.
Yun Qi and others, who rushed upon hearing the news, had expressions of astonishment.
And beside Wang Ba, Yu Wuheng's eyes flashed with rare surprise and confusion.
