"You can try!"
Pan Miao looked at Chen Qiu with an expression of indifference.
"Get her! Just don't hurt her face. I want her to kneel down and sing 'Conquer' for me!"
Chen Qiu was furious and roared.
A group of people charged forward.
In sects like the Bagua Sect, internal fights are common occurrences. As long as no one dies, the sect usually turns a blind eye.
Because they believe that martial artists need such experiences.
Pan Miao sneered, using her movement technique, weaving through the crowd like a swimming fish, and in an instant, she was in front of Chen Qiu.
Chen Qiu was momentarily stunned.
He knew Pan Miao was stronger than him, but he didn't expect her to be this much stronger.
Just as he was about to defend, he felt a sharp pain in his throat, and his neck was already being choked.
"Let your people scram, or else I'll kill you!"
Pan Miao's icy voice made Chen Qiu tremble.
The sharp nails had already left a bloody scrape on his throat.
