As these words were spoken, Mr. Yang's expression froze slightly, feeling a tingling sensation on his scalp.
He had originally controlled the situation, never expecting Chen Xian to provoke once again.
Wasn't this just making trouble for himself?
Mr. Yang rapidly turned his thoughts, wondering how to smooth things over.
But just then, a straight blade suddenly unsheathed, stabbing forward at lightning speed.
"Psst..."
The sound of flesh being pierced echoed, blood splattering onto the bluestone slabs.
Qin An stood holding the blade, his eyes exuding a cold aura: "That's twice. One more, and you'll lose your head."
Chen Xian looked down at the straight blade in his shoulder, pain suddenly surging in.
"Ah!"
Before his scream was halfway out, a booted foot kicked him in the chest.
Chen Xian flew backward, shattering the stone steps not far away.
"How dare you strike!"
He struggled to get up.
