"Since you're all here to sever my path in the Martial Dao, did you really expect me to be polite to you?"
A piercing light surged in Xu Yang's eyes. "Worry about yourself."
Huang Xiao's face fell.
"Senior Brother Huang, hurry up and forfeit!" Luo Ying shouted, ignoring the blood spewing from her mouth.
Xu Yang's ruthlessness had far exceeded her expectations. She had assumed that because she apologized before the fight, stating they were in different camps and meant no offense, Xu Yang would take their past friendship into account. Even if he could defeat them, he wouldn't strike too harshly.
Who would have thought that despite the bright smile on his face, his attacks would be utterly lethal?
Now that Huang Xiao was the only one left, he was no match for Xu Yang. If he didn't surrender, his fate would likely be even worse.
Luo Ying's reaction was quick, but it was still too late.
