Conflict
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Ou Yangming stood at the side and watched with a smile as Wu Qingquan was attacked.
This so-called master had brought this upon himself. If he had not stopped Ou Yangming, Ou Yangming would not have meddled in his business.
It was a pity that one could be forgiven if the disaster came from nature, but one deserved the punishment if it was of one's own making.
Ou Yangming had no pity for such a person.
All of a sudden, Ou Yangming felt a sharp mental power attacking his spiritual sea. He turned around and saw Wu Qingquan's ferocious gaze.
'This fella's attacking me with a spiritual magic art?'
Ou Yangming's expression changed. He took half a step forward and slapped Wu Qingquan.
A shadow flashed past!
Wu Qingquan's body flew out and hit the high smithing table.
The scalding smithing table pressed on Wu Qingquan's body, and a burnt smell filled the air. The man let out a miserable cry and howled in pain.