Stop Right There!

As Yang Ling tangled with Min Luo, the pile of flesh and blood on the ground slowly wriggled.

Half of Jiang Xun's head was gone. He shouted at Zhu Qing:

"Chief Zhu, Yang Ling has gone mad! Aren't you going to give us a hand?"

Although the other two Middle Fourth-Grade Grandmasters were still alive, they had lost even the ability to speak.

Their nearly minced bodies wriggled bit by bit, trying to stick 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 planning to betray the Great Dream Dynasty?!"

Jiang Xun roared, "I'm an official of the Divine Guard Bureau! Are you going to stand by and watch us die? Have you and Yang Ling both gone insane?!"

Zhu Qing's expression gradually darkened as he looked coldly at Jiang Xun.

"You attacked Chief Yang without even asking why. If anyone is betraying Great Dream, it's you."

"I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice."

"You want to pin a charge on me? Does a mere junior like you deserve to?"

With that, he slowly walked over to the bewildered Jiang Xun and gently nudged them with his toe, dividing their flesh into eighty-one portions.

"Crawl slowly. Remember to move faster, or the icy energy will freeze you stiff."

Zhu Qing smiled.

A fierce glint flashed through Min Luo's eyes when he saw this.

But he said nothing, afraid Zhu Qing might do something even more excessive. He focused on dealing with Yang Ling.

"Speak! What exactly are you after?!"

Yang Ling slashed at Min Luo again and again.

"Chief Yang, you've misunderstood. We were merely curious about your strength. How about we stop our sparring here?"

Min Luo