C145 Round Nine.

Wu Yong was seething with rage, his lungs about to burst. He had just slapped himself and hadn't even begun to settle the score with him.

Li Tianba let out a cold sneer, drew the dagger he always carried, and began to advance slowly towards Wu Yong.

"Honey, don't get mad at him. Just hold it in," Soong Xuan urged, hastily grabbing Li Tianba