Ji Tianrong's kick was about to land, but at this critical moment, a snow-white figure flew over in anger and kicked Ji Tianrong in the face, sending him flying!
"Ji Tianrong, you're courting death!" Ji Wanwan's angry voice echoed throughout the hall. She clenched her fists and looked at Ji Tianrong, who had smashed the table and chairs and was lying on the ground. She wanted nothing more than to skin this damned guy alive.
"Ah!" Ji Tianrong fell to the ground miserably. His nose bled profusely. He pointed at Ji Wanwan's nose and roared angrily, "How dare you hit me! Tenth Elder, catch her!"
"Yes." Tenth Elder immediately abandoned the other elders and rushed to Ji Wanwan.
A glimmer of bloodlust flashed in Ji Wanwan's eyes. She swept the whip in her hand and wrapped it around Tenth Elder's neck and flinging him away.
