Unbelievable!
The little one's anger was no small matter, and the entire sky darkened in an instant, as if a storm were approaching.
"So what if it is? A kid like you is still pretty cute when angry."
Song Qingyang shook his head, wanting to use the same trick again. But Zhao Xin had reached the limit of his patience, and with a flash of frost, an extra arm fell to the ground.
"Ah!"
The sudden, violent pain forced a miserable shriek from Song Qingyang. His face turned ashen and, clutching his severed arm, he looked at Zhao Xin with eyes full of terror.
"Young Master Yang!"
"Young Master Yang!"
"You're done for. You've offended Young Master Yang, and you won't walk out of Lion City alive."
"Everyone, surround them."
In a flash, Song Qingyang's lackeys drew their swords and surrounded Zhao Xin and the others.
The rest of the patrons shook their heads one after another. Everyone knew what kind of person Zhao Xin was, so they simply watched the show with smiles, eating and drinking as they pleased.
"Not walk out? Heh... Even if his old man is the city lord, he can't stop me."
Zhao Xin said with overbearing dominance.
Watching Song Qingyang lose an arm, the little one's brows gradually smoothed out, and the dark clouds in the sky vanished once more. Faced with such a scene, many people failed to understand what had happened.
Song Qingyang glared at Zhao Xin with a dark expression. He himself was an Immortal Emperor seventeen, and after more than a dozen years, this was the first time in his life he had suffered such a defeat.
He kept his eyes fixed entirely on Zhao Xin, completely ignoring Long Jianni to the side.
"Shameless wretch."
Long Jianni let out a