"Kid, who the hell are you? Try insulting him again. Believe it or not, I'll beat you to a pulp?" Murong Wushuang could no longer stand it. He rolled up his sleeves, ready to rush over and give Ning Hengqing a beating.
Ning Xiaochuan stopped Murong Wushuang and said, "Let me handle this myself."
Seeing this, Ning Hengqing laughed even more arrogantly. "That's more like it! Sickly Ning, keep your dog under control."
"You little bastard, believe it or not, I'll beat your teeth all over the ground!" Murong Wushuang snarled furiously.
Ning Hengqing also flew into a rage. Profound qi gathered in his palm. "Where did this lowborn trash come from? How dare you insult this young master? Today, I'll cut out your tongue and sell you off as a slave."
Whoosh—
The profound qi condensed into a Profound Qi Sword and fell into Ning Hengqing's hand.
"Ning Hengqing actually cultivated a Profound Qi Sword. Among those at the Profound Qi Ninth Level, his cultivation is considered outstanding. He has at least a seventy percent chance of entering the Heavenly Emperor Academy." The surrounding martial artists all looked at him with envy and reverence.
To reach the Profound Qi Ninth Level at such an age, and even cultivate a Profound Qi Sword, was already an extraordinary feat.
Naturally, Ning Hengqing was immensely pleased with himself. At the same time, his gaze darkened. Dragging a long trail of sword qi behind it, he swung his sword at Murong Wushuang.
The sword qi was like a white wave! Ning Xiaochuan's expression sank. Ning Hengqing was far too ruthless. If Murong Wushuang truly had been an ordinary person without martial cultivation, would he not have been cleaved to death by that strike?
Ning Xiaochuan shifted his feet slightly, leaving behind an afterimage.