Ye Qingchen's body was sent flying, crashing heavily onto the ground as blood streamed from his mouth.
The Saint Heir took an indifferent step forward. "Now you should understand just how vast the gap between us is. Perhaps others call you a genius, but so-called worldly geniuses are worthless in my eyes."
The Saint Heir took out his folding fan again and spoke casually, "I didn't want to bother with you, but you've repeatedly challenged my authority. Very well. Today, I'll make an exception to my vow against killing and teach the world a lesson: when you meet someone you can't afford to offend, you learn to keep a low profile."
After speaking, the Saint Heir slowly opened his folding fan. With a gentle wave, a terrifying Gang Wind swept towards Ye Qingchen.
This Gang Wind was even more chilling than the fireball the Saint Heir had shot earlier. It shattered the diamond floor tiles as it passed and reached Ye Qingchen in an instant.
