Cold sweat formed on him. Long Yuyin’s leg had landed nicely on his crucial point, just like last time.
The pitiful Hu Yong had been crippled by Long Yuyin before. And it looked like he hadn’t learned his lesson.
“Young Master, are you alright?”
“Young Master!”
Several followers cried out in concern as they appeared from the bushes nearby.
Long Yuyin took one more look at Hu Yong, who was surrounded by his underlings. Then she snorted and flew off.