Song Yun dodged a sliver of cold light between the Qilin's fingers, his expression sharpened—concealing a blade? Despicable! Song Yun couldn't help but divert a bit of attention to watch the Qilin's fingers.
Bang, Song Yun took a punch from the Qilin and countered with a direct chop, numbing the Qilin's hand. Then, with a stationary side kick, the Qilin blocked with one arm and flew sideways. Song Yun swiftly pursued, another Eight Trigrams Horizontal Slash flowing like moving clouds and flowing water. Qilin was pressed single-handedly to the ground by Song Yun. Song Yun sneered and raised his fist to pound down when Brother Xin Dong suddenly ran over.
"Everyone, calm down, let's all be calm," Brother Xin Dong said to Song Yun with a smiling face, "Brother Song, please give me some face. Let's talk this over nicely."
Song Yun got up, frowning at the wealthiest man of Sunan, "It's not that I won't give you face, but you saw who threw the first punch, didn't you?"
