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Having just rushed from the White Jade Tower, their faces were ashen, their expressions listless, clearly, Fang Yang's casual kick had inflicted serious injuries on them all, almost killing them on the spot.
Even now, each of them was smoldering with rage, wishing they could annihilate Fang Yang on the spot and soothe the seething hatred in their hearts.
Especially Zhao Cheng, who, thinking of how that demon flaunted his looks in Chang'an and even stirred some sentiment in the Empress, who was willing to travel with him, felt an unbearable jealousy as if a venomous snake coiled within him, endlessly flicking its forked tongue.
Damned demon, what virtues or abilities does he possess to be so favored by so many women? Not just the Empress, but even Guan Qinghan of the Yanqi Sect seemed to harbor some feelings for this demon.
