"No, Lord Qing Hu, please listen to my explanation! That kid, he's just too…" Kang Zhouxue, the Dominating Black Arm Saber, was covered in blood. His expression changed drastically as he tried to explain.
But the only response was Qing Hu's cold rebuke. "Shut up!"
The next moment, Qing Hu's cold eyes, like those of a wild bear hunting in the mountains, ruthlessly scanned the Minor Chi Snake Sword Formation still entangling Zhou Ye. His gaze then swept indifferently over to Chen Fei, a chilling killing intent surfacing on his rough visage. He spoke slowly, "Kid, do you think you can fight me while your attention is divided?"
Hearing this, the crowd began to stir.
"Lord Qing Hu, kill him! Show him how formidable our Tiger Leopard Hall is."
"That's right, Lord Qing Hu! Slay him!"
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