The Philandering Young Master Who Got Beat Up

Zhang Yuhong had barely managed to flash his charming smile for more than a second when Lan Xinyu's whip ruthlessly lashed out on his face.

Immediately, a centipede-like bloody mark swelled up on his extremely good-looking face, and his mind buzzed. After a short period of numbness, a searing pain invaded his mind.

Zhang Yuhong was stunned. How was this possible? How was this possible?! This was one of the most exquisite sword techniques of the Zhang family, and he had only used half of it before being whipped in the face by someone else. It would have been fine if the strength of this girl was unfathomable, but the problem was that she had only entered the realm of True Essence, and was thus slightly weaker than him. How did she do it?