As Yang Ling fought Min Luo, the heap of flesh on the ground slowly wriggled.
With only half his head remaining, Jiang Xun called out to Zhu Qing:
"Gang Leader Zhu, Yang Ling has gone mad! Aren't you going to help us?"
The other two middle fourth-rank grandmasters were still alive, but they could no longer even make a sound.
Their nearly minced bodies wriggled little by little, trying to knit themselves back together.
Zhu Qing looked at the two men fighting, then at Jiang Xun and the others, his expression grave.
"Zhu Qing! What are you waiting for? Are you going to betray the Great Dream Dynasty?!"
Jiang Xun bellowed furiously, "I'm an official of the Divine Guard Office! Are you going to leave me to die? Have you and Yang Ling both gone mad?!"
Zhu Qing's expression gradually darkened as he stared coldly at Jiang Xun.
"You attacked Master Yang without even asking why. If anyone is betraying the Great Dream Dynasty, it's you.
"I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice.
"Trying to pin a charge on me? A mere junior like you thinks he's worthy?"
With that, he slowly walked up to the bewildered, uncertain Jiang Xun and gently nudged their flesh with the tip of his foot, dividing it into eighty-one portions.
"Take your time crawling. Remember to hurry, though. Don't let the Profound Ice Qi freeze you stiff."
Zhu Qing smiled.
A harsh glint flashed through Min Luo's eyes when he saw this.
But he said nothing, afraid Zhu Qing would do something even more excessive. He focused on dealing with Yang Ling.
"Talk! What exactly are you after?!"
Yang Ling slashed at Min Luo again and again.
"Master Yang, you've misunderstood. We were only curious about your strength. Why don't we end our