After a long while, the dust settled.
Young Master Xue was embedded in a large earthy yellow pit, lying on his side like a "discus thrower".
Motionless.
At this moment, the surrounding area was deathly silent.
Everyone stared blankly at the tall figure in black, seemingly forgetting to even gasp.
"As expected, just so-so."
Qin Zi smiled and shook his head, then looked at the stunned crowd, warmly greeting:
"Everyone, carry on. This person's skills were meager, yet he dared to slander the heroes of the Northern Domain, so I've already subdued him."
His smile was modest.
As if saying — there's no need to thank me, this is my duty, to rid the people of harm, it's my unshirkable duty!
The corners of the crowd's mouths twitched, and they each forced a smile or two in response.
As the saying goes, you don't fight someone with a smiling face, especially when this "smiling face" could grind you into the ground at any moment.
This way, they dared not even raise their hands.
