"Old Jiu Wu, there's no need to pretend. Although my palm strike severely injured you, it's not enough to keep you down." Ye Qing looked at Nine-Fingers Wu Yong coldly and said, "You're truly devious, trying to lure Handsome Fatty Wang to your side and then capture him to threaten me."
"He...was pretending?" Handsome Fatty Wang was taken aback, looking at Nine-Fingers Wu Yong in astonishment.
"Hehehe..." Nine-Fingers Wu Yong slowly stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and gritted his teeth: "I finally understand why Wanyan Zong is no match for you. Ye Qing, you are truly clever. The word unrivaled in strategy truly applies to you. If you were willing to help my Wanyan Family, we would have already regained the glory of the Imperial Family in the past!"
"You call Wanyan Zong by name, indicating your status is certainly not lower than his." Ye Qing said coldly, "Who exactly are you?"
