"It's him!"
Chu Fan's pupils contracted, and he looked toward the southwest as well.
There, Zhou Ye, whom even Huang Yu had been unable to deal with on Xingning Street, was slowly walking out.
Zhou Ye smiled, the corners of his lips hooked upward, but there was not the slightest trace of amusement in his eyes. "Qingxue, he used such a heavy hand against my subordinate."
"If I hadn't drawn my sword, wouldn't Ling Feng have been crushed to death beneath his foot?"
Ling Feng was Zhou Ye's subordinate?
Chu Fan's expression shifted slightly, and his brows drew together.
No wonder Ling Feng had been so arrogant. He had a backer after all!
At that moment, two people stepped out from behind Zhou Ye and hurried forward to help Ling Feng up.
Ling Feng had taken an elbow from Chu Fan, leaving his entire face twisted. Blood still trickled from the corner of his mouth, and several teeth had fallen out. He no longer had the spirited, swaggering air he'd possessed before.
His gaze at Chu Fan was filled with hatred and venom, as if he wanted to swallow him alive and tear him limb from limb!
Zhou Ye walked over to Li Qingxue and bent down to pick up the long sword on the ground.
Li Qingxue, however, stepped forward and planted one foot on the sword's blade.
"..."
Zhou Ye's fingers froze in midair, and the tips of his ears flushed faintly red—clearly, shame and anger had overwhelmed him at once.
He slowly straightened up, forcing a smile onto his face as he lowered his voice. "Qingxue, with so many people watching, you have to give me some face, don't you?"
"I'm taking this Green Rainbow Sword." Li Qingxue's voice was icy. "If you don't want to die,