Your Great Lord’s (3)

Yue Yi was already almost breathing his last and the flesh on him a gory mess before Zhuge Yin squatted down in satisfaction to pull on Yue Yi's hair, picking him up.

"Young Master Yue, someone said earlier that our match is holding him up. Tell me if you would like to admit defeat and end this here?" Zhuge Yin asked sinisterly.

A corner of Yue Yi's eye had split and both his eyes swollen shut, unable to even open at all. He was not able to move in the slightest so how could he possibly answer Zhuge Yin at all?

Zhuge Yin's eyes were highly malevolent as he suddenly stood up, pulling Yue Yi up together with him. Zhuge Yin then lifted his head to look at Qiao Chu who had spoken up earlier and said with a laugh: "Young Master Yue is truly a real obstinate one here. Looks like he has no intentions of admitting defeat at all."

As Zhuge Yin spoke, his gaze was fixed upon Qiao Chu, taunting and filled with provocation.