We Hadn't Determined The Winner Yet

No matter who Yun Zong said was more powerful, the other one was more than capable of turning him into ashes. This was clearly a matter of life and death for him.

"Why aren't you answering? Tell me, between me and Ninth Prince, who hurt you more?" Ye Liuguang crossed his arms and looked down at Yun Zong as he asked with a smile.

Xiao Yan also fixed a cold and cruel gaze on Yun Zong, "It seems like he's been beaten for too long, he can't even remember who hurt him more."

Hearing this, Yun Zong raised his head in horror and was immediately punched in the face by Ye Liuguang.

"Was it me who hurt you more?" Ye Liuguang clenched his fists and asked coldly.

"Sob sob sob..." One of Yun Zong's eye sockets instantly turned into a panda's. He covered his face and nodded bitterly. "Yes, yes."