645 Sent Flying with Just A Slap

Seeing Ye Qianhe's face twisted with anger, a barely noticeable smile appeared at the corners of Ling Chuxi's lips. He was angered right? Angered till he was mad right? Angered till he was dizzy right? This was precisely the reaction she wanted from him.

Ling Chuxi pretended to look attentive, but her feet were already starting to secretly retreat in the direction of the traps.

"Now you know fear, huh? You want to escape? It won't be so easy. Today you will either kowtow three times before me and acknowledge me as your master, or you will spend your life wishing you were dead!" roared Ye Qianhe, his True Qi flowing throughout his entire body as his sleeves fluttered and his white beard danced. Even as he was doing this, he felt that he had the airs of a refined, otherworldly expert right now and was feeling very good about himself.