The unyielding Ling clan disciple

"The disciples of the Ling clan can be killed but not humiliated." Ling Ziyun's body was bent like a shrimp, and then he stood up again, trembling.

"Good, very good." Yuwen Sicheng's expression darkened, and he suddenly struck out with his palm, knocking Ling Ziyun to the ground. He then rushed forward, and kicked him again and again.

In the past few years, who knew how many scions had submitted to his tyrannical power? but this Ling Ziyun, who clearly looked as cowardly and weak as he could be, had actually dared to challenge his patience time and time again. Yuwen Sicheng was angry, truly angry.

With muffled thuds, Ling Ziyun spat out a mouthful of blood and his entire body convulsed. However, he gritted his teeth and refused to open his mouth to beg for mercy. He only glared at Yuwen Sicheng with eyes filled with hatred.

"Let's go help?" Ling Yixin couldn't stand it anymore and whispered to Ling Chuxi.

"Let's wait a little longer," Ling Chuxi said.