"Cough, cough!"
Yuh Huatian slowly stood up, his face covered in drying blood. His Golden Wings had lost their former majestic splendor. Many feathers had fallen out, and the wings were covered with tears and gaping, bloody wounds from which blood was still flowing!
This was the result of being brutally torn, a sight that made one's scalp tingle.
No wonder Yuh Huatian had screamed so miserably!
The corners of the crowd's mouths twitched. They turned to look at the culprit with strange expressions, sighing internally. 'Ye Wushuang is too ruthless. He nearly ripped off Yuh Huatian's Golden Wings entirely.'
Ye Wushuang paid no mind to the crowd's stares. He took out his wine flask and took a long swig. The strong liquor burned his chest, but the feeling was incredibly satisfying.
Yuh Huatian had been crushed. This flask of wine was his!
