Collapsing with a Single Punch

Ding Ping's gaze swept across those two people—one was called Ding Yuxuan, while the other was Ding Xingwei. They used to be his own lackeys; if he had asked them to go east, they wouldn't dare to go west. But now, each one of them was shameless and arrogant, not having any respect for him in the least.

In truth, Ding Ping also knew that he had a crippled Spirit Base, and therefore could not have continued to hold the position of the Ding Clan's young master. He wouldn't have found it to be unacceptable should the clan request that he abdicate the position.

But, the vile expressions on these people's faces, turning against him so swiftly, caused him to feel bitterly disappointed.

All of them belonged to the same clan—did they need to be so cold and cynical?

"Right, I forgot to tell you a piece of good news." Ding Feiwen laughed happily. "A few days ago, I went to the Crimson Sun Sect to become a disciple, and I have already been accepted!"