Yu Hou's tyrannical gaze swept over the young man in front of him, his face full of triumphant fury.
"You will regret this!" Yan Yu's eyes were filled with malevolence, his voice slightly hoarse.
Regret?
Yu Hou sneered, "There's no one I dare not offend." He then reached out a claw to touch the other's fair cheek.
The next second.
Suddenly, a vicious look flashed in the young man's eyes and he kicked violently towards the space between Yu Hou's legs.
The attack came so unexpectedly that Yu Hou couldn't dodge in time. Agonizing pain struck him, and he bent over, curling up on the ground, his face pale and breaking into a cold sweat, "You motherf....."
Staggering to his feet, Yan Yu spat disdainfully, "Ugly thing, just wait until I get out of here. You're dead!"
Yu Hou's head was in chaos from the pain.
How could this be?
Those who smelled that incense should have become weak in the limbs.
How could he still have the strength.
