"You bastard, are you really still spraying? Move out of the way right now!"
Song Ping was pinned under Ye Haochuan's foot, glaring as Ren Yayu took out a water gun, his face turning extremely green.
He wished he could stand up and smack Ren Yayu's fair face into a pig's head.
But his cultivation was sealed by Ye Haochuan, leaving him powerless to break free from Haochuan's hold, allowing him only to make his final struggle through words.
Unfortunately, Ren Yayu was already terrified, especially after seeing Ye Haochuan defeat Song Ping in one strike; he realized Haochuan's terrifying power and dared not defy him.
"I have no choice, don't blame me. Don't worry, I'll be quick, just bear with it!"
Ren Yayu looked innocent, closing his eyes reluctantly. Shortly, a crystalline line of water fell upon Song Ping's face.
Song Ping wanted to roar, but regretted it as soon as he opened his mouth.
This bastard, how can he be so accurate even with eyes closed?
