Su Xin looked at Yin Zicheng with utter disgust. He did not oppose his subordinates competing openly and covertly, but if someone dared to set their sights on him and wanted to use him as a blade, that was something Su Xin could never tolerate.
Tie Zhan and Lin Zongyue beside him wore the same expressions, clearly enraged by this matter as well.
Su Xin looked at Yin Zicheng and said coldly, "Within the Six Fan Sect, I do not ask that you all love one another like brothers, but at the very least, you must be able to entrust your backs to each other.
"Yet look at yourselves now—you actually dare to fight among yourselves openly on an occasion like this. You simply do not know whether you are dead or alive!
"A rotten apple must be removed from the barrel. Someone, drag Yin Zicheng away and cripple his martial arts!
"Didn't you falsely accuse Zhang Yuefan of being too ruthless and wanting to cripple your martial arts? Fine, then today I shall grant your wish!"
Upon hearing Su Xin's punishment, everyone present immediately looked at Yin Zicheng with gloating eyes.
This was truly the case of bringing disaster upon oneself and being unable to live through it.
Yin Zicheng actually dared to play petty tricks before Lord Su. He was simply courting death.
Yin Zicheng himself seemed to have been scared senseless. Only when two Six Fan Sect martial artists moved to drag him away did he finally shout, "Lord Su, I was wrong! I'll never dare do it again!"
Su Xin said nothing, merely waving his hand to signal for the two men to move faster.
But at that moment, someone entered the training ground from outside and shouted, "Hold it!"
The man who entered was short