"Do it, spill some of his blood, and when we're done, we'll take care of this little dame."
The bald man shouted harshly.
The tattooed man's face turned cold, and he thrust the dagger toward Qin Yang. Many lives have been lost in such brawls.
In a momentary rush, two families were destroyed.
"Ah..."
Many girls screamed, unable to watch the scene, covering their eyes.
Qin Yang's face remained as calm as an ancient well, slowly raising his hand, a Wind Blade came forth from his palm.
Slice!
An arm flew off, blood spurted out.
"Aaaahhh!"
In the corridor, the tattooed man let out a heart-wrenching scream.
This tragic cry caused some girls to slowly take their hands away from their eyes, seeing the blood and severed arm on the ground, their faces turned even paler.
However, it seemed their little boss was unharmed.
"It's alright as long as you're fine."
Fang Yun remained relatively composed, giving her little boss a once-over and finding his expression incredibly tranquil.
