C113 Chapter 113

With a sharp crack, Yaochen’s cheek bloomed with the clear red imprint of five fingers, the sting flaring hot across his skin as he stared at Jiyue’s face—cold as ice.

He lifted a hand and brushed the throbbing spot. A faint metallic taste seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Fire roared up in his chest. In one long stride, Yaochen drove Jiyue back against the wall