"Don't worry, sir!"
With Ye Liuyun's words, Jiang Jing finally looked back at Wan Feiliang.
"Who do you think you are!"
Wan Feiliang, already broken, couldn't care about anything else at this point, and faced Jiang Jing's gaze.
He just started to yell in anger.
"My Lord Thousand Households seat, you think you can just take it as you please--"
"Bang!"
Before he could finish, Wan Feiliang's body flew backward.
The one who moved wasn't Ye Liuyun, but Jiang Jing.
In a flash, Jiang Jing appeared in front of Wan Feiliang, slammed his palm on Wan Feiliang's dantian, and sent him flying straight out.
Innate!
You can always tell an expert when they strike.
Wan Feiliang, for all his talk, was only a Postnatal cultivator. To be thrown around so easily could only be done by someone at the Innate Realm.
So Jiang Jing was actually an Innate Realm martial artist.
Many here used to think Jiang Jing was just a random underling Ye Liuyun picked up from who-knows-where.
