"You've got some nerve! Knowing this is Hua Country and still daring to cause trouble here, you must think our Hua Country is devoid of people capable of dealing with you!"
Ye Wudao landed a punch on the samurai's abdomen, and his knuckles bulged, sending a jolt through a pressure point. The black-clad Eastern Ocean martial artist was drenched in sweat, which showed that the punch from Ye Wudao was no simple matter.
"Scram! You have three days to live. Go back and tell your master that messing with me is one thing, but if you dare touch a single hair on the young miss of the Nangong Family, don't blame me for wiping out your entire Royal Family," Ye Wudao said with an icy voice.
Ye Wudao grabbed the man and threw him out the window. Such a height, Ye Wudao believed, would not kill him. He then dusted off his hands and went back to sleep.
