Boom!
Ning Hai's palm missed, and the whole ground trembled along with it.
The gale swept away, red petals fell to the ground.
Chen Yang's clothes were stained with blood, rustling in the wind.
He stood holding a sword.
"You..."
Gu Xing lay in a pool of blood.
He wanted to struggle to get up, but couldn't even move a finger. His eyes turned and stared at Chen Yang with terror and extreme fear.
Just as he was about to say something, he coughed up another mouthful of blood.
Soon, he lost all signs of life.
To his death, he couldn't believe that with the Ning brothers present, he should have turned the crisis around, yet Chen Yang still wouldn't let go.
As a result, even in death, his eyes were wide open, filled with a thick sense of unwillingness and resentment.
Silence.
Deathly silence.
Who could have expected this?
Even Ning Yun was slightly surprised and reevaluated Chen Yang.
"This..."
