After his outburst, Dong Jingshan felt a profound sense of helplessness.
The Dong Family's direct lineage was small, and Yang Zhibai was his younger sister's only son. She had sent him to the County City, entrusting him to Dong Jingshan's care. He couldn't just stand by and watch the boy die.
At this thought, Dong Jingshan sighed. He hurried to the foot of the battle stage, looked up, and roared at Yang Zhibai, "You idiot! Who told you to go up there? Get down here this instant!"
"Uncle, don't you worry! Just you wait and see how I crush this Chu Qingyun!" Yang Zhibai had no intention of coming down, instead shouting back loudly.
Dong Jingshan's expression immediately turned even darker.
It was already humiliating enough for him to have run over here under the crowd's watchful gaze. Yang Zhibai's retort was like grinding another heel into his face.
"You little menace, get the hell down here!" Dong Jingshan pointed at Yang Zhibai and roared again.
