Pain.
Intense pain.
Situ Jun clutched his stomach, unable to utter a word, struggling to endure.
He tried hard not to throw up his dinner.
Compared to the physical pain, his heart was much more deeply wounded.
So many years practicing martial arts.
A genius that the family had high hopes for.
The undisputed elite among his peers.
For years, everything went smoothly until he suddenly realized.
He was not the chosen one after all.
He couldn't even withstand a single move from Qin Hao!
Why is this happening!
His heart was so full of sorrow that he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood in anger.
Afterward, he lifted his eyelids, wanting to remember Qin Hao's figure, to seek revenge later.
However, what he saw was as unsightly as could be.
Qin Hao raised his hand, striking down once more.
His sister's shy expression came into view, and Situ Jun could no longer bear it, finally fainting from rage.
Nobody cared whether Situ Jun was alive or dead.
