Surrounded by many descendants of the Song Family, some were watching Song Yun with schadenfreude, some with concern, some expressionless, all sorts of emotions present. As for Zhao Min, she was sitting with Zhao Zizhong, watching Song Yun. When Zhao Zizhong saw Song Yun's body full of crisscrossed wounds, his eyebrows twitched three times, and a chill inexplicably rose in his heart.
Elder Wang looked at Song Yun's body, a glimmer of life in his eyes, and said, "The physique is not bad."
"That's a must," Song Yun grinned, "Come on, come on, finish it quickly so I can go write my review!"
"Haha, very confident!" Elder Wang showed an expression other than calmness for the first time, then slightly raised the whip made of vines and said, "Ready, are you?"
"Yes!"
"Smack!"
As soon as Song Yun finished speaking, Elder Wang's whip came down, hitting Song Yun's body with a crisp crack.
