As Wang Mingxiu rushed to the rescue, Qin Ya gave a cold smile. He flicked his long spear, and before Wang Mingxiu's horrified and grief-stricken eyes, Wang Yan's head soared into the air, yet not a single drop of blood spilled.
"This is a deathmatch, you know."
Qin Ya said with a cold laugh.
Wang Mingxiu stared blankly at the headless corpse on the ground for a moment. Then, an incomparably powerful killing intent erupted, soaring to the Nine Heavens. A voice as cold as a demon's slowly echoed, chilling everyone to the core.
"Qin Ya, you're dead!"
Just as Wang Mingxiu was about to strike, a calm voice spoke slowly, "Wang Mingxiu, you'd better think this through!"
A figure in a gray robe suddenly stood before Qin Ya, his eyes as tranquil as an ancient well fixed on Wang Mingxiu. "To think of killing a High-Level Teacher of the Academy... do you intend to make an enemy of our Mingxin Academy?"
"Huaa Que!"
Wang Mingxiu's pupils contracted, his eyes filled with trepidation.
