Whoosh~
Ye Qingzhou raised his hand and unleashed a Sword Qi, shattering Bao Yanban's head. Blood splattered across the faces of the men and women around, causing them to scream in terror.
Whoosh~ Whoosh~ Whoosh~
Raising his hand again, three more Sword Qi beams shot out, killing the loudest screamers on the spot.
The remaining people immediately clamped their mouths shut, not daring to breathe, for fear of provoking Ye Qingzhou, this ruthless martial artist.
Only then did Ye Qingzhou begin to use Thought Transmitting Sound: "Whoever has information on the Source Blood Association, the first to speak lives, the rest die."
At this moment, a short and cunning fat man quickly spoke up: "Wait, wait, my name is Zeng Dalang, I'm a star performer. I'm just here for a gig, the Henry Group's affairs have nothing to do with me."
Whoosh~
Ye Qingzhou flicked his fingers, a Sword Qi grazed Zeng Dalang's neck, and then his head rolled to the ground; blood spurted over three feet high.
