The moment he fell to his knees, two vines shot from her hand. An instant later, they were coiled around Yang Xuan's neck, flinging him into the air before he came crashing down at Su Ye's feet.
A faint smile touched Su Ye's lips. She raised her foot. THUD!
She sent him flying with a single kick. Yang Xuan slammed into the nearest tree, snapping it in half from the force.
She looked away, her voice drawling,
"Given an out, yet you insist on being disgraceful."
Across from them, the expression of Father Yang, who had been standing just outside the circle of guards, instantly darkened.
His own son, beaten to the ground by a mere Third Tier junior right before his eyes and unable to get back up—it was a total loss of face, a complete humiliation.
Father Yang sneered,
"Men!"
As soon as he spoke, black-clothed Hidden Guards appeared in a flash. Four of them knelt on the ground in perfect unison.
"Family Head!"
