"I'll take this sign with me. You don't need to see me out."
With a whoosh, Xia Ping sprang lightly into the air and snatched the Blade Technique Club sign from above the entrance.
"Stop! Stop right now!"
"This sign is a treasured heirloom passed down from the founding members of the Blade Technique Club. How dare you take it, you thief?"
"If you dare take it, the Blade Technique Club will fight you to the death! We'll never rest until you're destroyed!"
Apart from those who had been knocked unconscious, the other members of the Blade Technique Club erupted in furious shouts. Their eyes bulged with rage, and they looked ready to tear Xia Ping apart and eat him alive.
The Blade Technique Club sign had been left by their first club president and passed down from generation to generation. By now, it was several hundred years old, having weathered countless storms.
It could be said that the sign had witnessed the glory of every generation of the Blade Technique Club. It had never been taken down since the club was founded. It was like a historical relic, a symbol of honor.
Every member of the Blade Technique Club took pride in that sign. It was practically like an ancestral tablet.
But now this little thief had taken it without a care. It was as if he'd slapped them hard across the face and spat on them. They'd lost every shred of dignity.
"Fight to the death?"
At that, Xia Ping narrowed his eyes, a dangerous glint in them as he stared at the Blade Technique Club members. "Interesting. Since we're fighting to the death, why don't I just cripple you all? Spending the rest of your lives as eunuchs wouldn't be so bad."
A bone-chilling killing intent radiated