C395 Bedraggled

Xie Mingjie looked at Chen Yang. A trace of a playful smile appeared on his swarthy and aged face. Without saying anything further, he waved the iron whip in his hand and aimed it at Chen Yang with great force.

"Crash!" A burst of metal clanging sounds were heard. Xie Mingjie pulled the whip in the air for a full moon before shaking his wrist