"Bang!"
Qing Ju was slapped hard, slamming into the wall, her bones making cracking sounds as if they were shattered, and she was in immense pain all over.
"You!"
After crashing into the wall, Qing Ju felt a churning sensation in her chest; a strong taste of blood surged to her mouth, and with a "pfft" she spat out several mouthfuls of fresh blood, her face turning as pale as a sheet, looking extremely unwell.
She glared angrily, her eyes filled with malice, her expression terrifying to the extreme, and stared coldly at Ye Xuan, shouting sternly, "Leng Ying, I want him dead."
At this moment, the burly Leng Ying moved with a "boom," shifting sideways to Qing Ju's front.
"Leng Ying, kill him."
Qing Ju's face was twisted with fury, her mouth was full of fresh blood, looking very terrifying, she roared.
"Mm."
Leng Ying nodded slightly, helping Qing Ju up from the ground.
"Today, none of you are leaving here."
