Third Young Sir Fang was utterly discomfited.
"You, how could you just attack without giving notice? You, you!" Third Young Sir Fang had probably never seen such a little lady who attempted to beat him to death at the drop of a hat. His handsome face had turned beet red.
He really had never been in such an embarrassing situation. A little lady was beating him up in front of everyone, but he basically couldn't fend her off at all!
Meanwhile, Qiao Mu knitted her brows.
Why wasn't this person getting off yet?
She moved her finger, and a spiritual weapon in the form of a curved saber appeared in her hands.
Third Young Sir Fang jumped in fright. He galloped two feet forward on the yellow stallion and was extremely close to the edge of the second-level stage.
"You, you, don't you be reckless! What are you trying to do? I'm telling you, people like you who detonate spiritual weapons wastefully are-are… Ah!"
