The two bodyguards, unwilling to give up, struggled to free themselves from Ye Qiu's grip, attempting to withdraw their hands.
However, under Ye Qiu's barely concealed smirk, the two bodyguards felt as if their hands were embedded into steel plates, making it impossible to withdraw them. Moreover, the sensation of their knuckles fracturing caused them to sweat in pain, nearly reaching their limit.
If not for their professional ethics, coupled with their experience as cultivators, they might have already succumbed to the pain, kneeling on the ground and begging Ye Qiu for mercy.
Nevertheless, due to the pain, they writhed in discomfort, clutching the nearby seats, almost collapsing to the floor.
"How can this be..."
On the other side, Wu Donglin stood agape at the scene, finding it hard to believe.
He had been awaiting the sight of Ye Qiu being viciously beaten by his two bodyguards, reduced to a sorry state.
