"Ah..." Xu Hao clutched his stomach, howling in pain, "Just a Spirit Communication Martial Artist, you're nothing in front of my Xu Family. If you know what's good for you, release me, otherwise my great-grandfather will not spare you!"
Ye Tian crippled Xu Hao with a palm, and kicked him flying with one foot.
"Ah... You actually crippled my cultivation!" Xu Hao, despairing as if he had lost his ancestors, stared at Ye Tian like a blood-thirsty vicious wolf.
Ye Tian sneered, "You're too weak, utterly boring. Get lost! If you want revenge, find someone worthy to face me!"
The bodyguards saw Young Master Xu getting beaten, immediately winced in pain and helped him up, and assisted him into the Rolls-Royce.
The excruciatingly pained Xu Hao stared dead through the car window at Duan Mansion and Ye Tian, unable to quell the raging fury in his heart.
"What, someone from the Xu Family was beaten?"
"That guy is too awesome!"
"Let's go, let's go, it's not our business!"
