The people who were arguing just now suddenly lost their voices.
Yang Qingfeng's head rolled off his neck, spun a few times on the ground, his lips still moving as if trying to curse endlessly.
Yet not a sound could be made.
Blood gushed from his neck, splattering onto the table full of delicacies.
The scent of blood permeated the entire hall.
Fear seized the hearts of most present.
Many were scolding earlier, but Wei Jiuzhong's action clearly had a great intimidating effect.
The thick smell of blood made Wei Shu start coughing again.
He was like a leaf being tossed by the wind, about to leave the big tree at any moment, looking weak and fragile, ready to faint at the next second.
Wei Jiuzhong drew a handkerchief and slowly wiped the blood off his sword, a murderous smile hung on his face: "It's been so long since I killed someone, I've almost forgotten the feeling."
"It's truly good to kill those who annoy you!"
