Seeing Ye Qing already unable to stand, Yelu Ying and the others were even more anxious.
"Eighth Master, Mr. Ye, he... he..." Wu Changming turned his head, looking anxiously at Old Wang Ba.
Old Wang Ba shrugged and said, "What use am I? I don't have the skill to save him!"
"Aren't you a bit anxious?" Wu Changming exclaimed.
"What's there to be anxious about? This kid isn't so easy to kill." Old Wang Ba appeared confident.
Yelu Ying was even more anxious and said, "With the situation like this, are you still so confident?"
Old Wang Ba shrugged and said, "What good does anxiety do? Do you expect me to fight with Prince Wan Yan?"
The few people nearby were speechless, seeing Prince Wan Yan already walking to Ye Qing's side, everyone's hearts were suspended.
"Old Wang Ba, it seems you've miscalculated after all!" Prince Wan Yan reached out and grabbed Ye Qing's collar, lifting him off the ground, and sneered, "I'd like to see who can stop me today!"
