Bai Zhou: "..."
Yun Yao sneered, "Is this what you call a normal person?"
"Alright, I did overestimate the people from these island families." Bai Zhou shrugged.
"I heard your discussion." The gray-haired girl in the corner said coldly.
The two raised their eyebrows, and at that moment, Bai Zhou noticed a sharp glint. An inexplicable and familiar sense of crisis surged in his heart. He suddenly summoned the Blood Monarch, standing in front of Yun Yao.
The white arc of light clashed against the weapon in his hand, ricocheting throughout the room, piercing the neck of a dancing noble. The splattering crimson stunned everyone present.
The scorching hot bullet head bounced on the ground, reminiscent of the first crisp note of a death prelude played by the Grim Reaper strumming piano keys. The young man collapsed in response, a pool of blood spreading beneath him, eliciting screams from those present.
"Someone is attacking us!"
