PFFT!
Hao Jian slammed onto the ground, his body wracked with excruciating pain. He spat out a stream of blood that flew into the nearby lotus pond, staining the white blossoms a bizarre, demonic crimson.
"Trash!"
Ye Wushuang retracted his hand and retorted coldly.
"You…"
Hao Jian pointed at Ye Wushuang, his face flush with rage. A flicker of terror and humiliation danced in his eyes. He had been so utterly defeated without even seeing Ye Wushuang's move. Just as he'd been called, he truly was trash.
The few people who followed behind also looked at Ye Wushuang with apprehension. His speed was something they still couldn't track. Only now were they getting a glimpse of his true power.
The laughable part was that Hao Jian had been so shortsighted, assuming that the person in the lowest-ranked Yellow-Level Room was the weakest. In the end, his fate was not a good one.
"Get lost!"
