The thousands of people at the scene fell into a dead silence!
Those who had been captivated by the spectacular fight between the two of them suddenly snapped back to their senses. It turned out... the Dragon Head of Cyan Dragon City's underground forces, Flame Sword Leng Ping... was dead!
A low whimper rose from among the men of the Daqing Gang, gradually swelling into a unified cry of grief.
Seven or eight people walked out from the memorial hall. They stared at Qin Li, their eyes filled with complex emotions. Seeing Leng Ping lying on the ground, every one of them felt their eyes redden.
"Dragon Head!"
The men scrambled to Leng Ping's side in just a few steps, dropping to their knees and weeping bitterly.
Meanwhile, the gazes of all the various gang leaders of Cyan Dragon City, big and small, were now fixed on Qin Li, filled with awe.
