SMACK! Su Qingxue sent Ye Fan flying into a bed of flowers with a single slap!
"Agh!" Ye Fan let out a scream of agony.
I can't believe it. I, a mighty King of Heaven, was just sent flying by a frail woman. If word of this gets out, my reputation will be ruined. Of course, it's not like I have much of a reputation to begin with. Lofty things like that are beyond my reach—not in this life, and not in the next.
"Honey, I'm so sorry, so sorry!" Su Qingxue cried out, rushing over to help him up.
However, the moment she touched his arm…
CRACK!
Ye Fan's arm dislocated.
He was simultaneously shocked and devastated.
Su Qingxue hastily let go, not daring to touch him again. The pain was clearly unbearable; it seemed the slightest contact could cause injury. Even a King of Heaven could be brought to such a haggard state.
Ye Fan grimaced as he laboriously popped his arm back into its socket. He had to admit, the pain was almost intolerable.
