"Fuck off offering me bullshit!"
Xiao Yi shouted angrily.
His roar echoed like thunder, causing Yang Guang's face to pale as he instinctively staggered back several steps.
A look of utter confusion spread across Yang Guang's face as he looked at Xiao Yi: "You, you, you dare to curse at me?"
He was a prince, no less.
With a revered status.
Not only did Xiao Yi refuse to flatter him, but he even dared to curse at him?
"Curse you? I'll fucking kill you…"
Xiao Yi had never felt such rage, his eyes already a fiery red as he raised his hand and forcefully slapped Yang Guang across the face. The crisp smack sound left Yang Guang utterly stunned.
A bright red handprint emerged on his face.
The crowd around them was equally stunned.
Xiao Yi's face was grave, an involuntarily chill emitting from his body with a menacing gleam in his eyes, as if looking to devour someone.
Within ten meters of him, the ground was covered with frost.
The very air seemed to freeze.
