Even though Zhang Yihui’s face was smashed into a pulp, he managed to widen his eyes to stare at his master. With his talent, he was considered the number one individual in the younger generation of the Ancient Emperor Holy Gate. His talent could even be said to rival the Ancient Holy Emperor, and everyone in the Holy Gate was extremely optimistic about his growth.

Normally, his master would shower him with love. However, he actually had turned him into a pig-head with a single slap!

His master even asked him to kneel in apology!

“Why aren’t you apologizing to His Highness?” Duan Xuan glared at his disciple.

As Zhang Yihui’s heart trembled, he hastily ran over to kneel before Huang Xiaolong. Lowering his head, he cupped his fists together as humiliation, hatred, killing intent, and various...