Ling Qingxue's pretty face changed drastically.
Whoosh—
But just at that moment, a streak of cold light flickered, and a silver needle suddenly shot towards Zhang Yun with explosive force.
The sudden turn of events caught Zhang Yun completely off guard.
By the time he noticed, the silver needle had already pierced into the palm of his hand and even went through it, causing strands of blood to seep out.
"Ah—"
With his tendons injured, intense pain made Zhang Yun let out a miserable scream, his face contorting with agony.
"Who?"
"Who the hell dares to mess with this young master?!"
Zhang Yun bellowed furiously, enraged.
His loud shout startled everyone present.
"Yun'er!"
Zhang Dehao saw this and his brows immediately furrowed.
However, as soon as he saw the person arriving, his expression changed dramatically, a hint of panic flashing in his eyes.
Qin Jiang?!
Why has he come?
