He raised his hand to signal her not to come over, "It's nothing."
He smiled and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his back still straight and firm.
"The second strike is done, Shangshu, how much of your anger has dissipated?" he asked with a faint smile.
That smile carried not a hint of blame, but rather a trace of indulgence.
Yun Shangshu was taken aback, then furiously growled.
"Not a bit has dissipated! Just now I used eighty percent of my strength, now I'm going to use all of it. Yun Shangyuan, you're as good as dead!"
"Yun Shangshu, do you really hate him that much?" Feng Yueya hurriedly spoke up.
"He is your brother, you need to think it over, once you make this strike, there's no turning back..."
"None of your business!" He glared at her fiercely.
"He was the one who let me strike three times, I didn't beg him to let me do it!"
His heart was filled with anger, because of Yun Shangyuan's indulgence.
