Chapter 627: The Storm Rises

Solomon Santee's face throbbed with pain, his eyes filled with coldness and shock, disbelief written all over his face as he watched Ye Wenlong approach him step by step. His eyes were bloodshot, and he screamed, "What... what are you doing? Solomon Santee, this is Number One Pavilion-everyone's watching. What do you want? If you touch me again-" "Crunch!" Before he could finish, he was abruptly interrupted. Solomon Santee stomped his face into the ground. His face scraped across the floor with...