The Nanjiang Catacomb Is Open!

Downstage.

"My saber!"

Qin Fengqing sounded like he was going to cry.

Just as Fang Ping descended from the arena, Qin Fengqing leaped up and dashed toward him. He caught him and was going to berate him.

"Bleurgh!"

Blood sprayed out from Fang Ping's mouth. He clutched at his chest, his other hand pointing toward Qin Fengqing. He then collapsed on Tang Feng, who had just arrived.

Qin Fengqing's expression crumbled. He said helplessly, "Don't do that! We know each other well enough…"

'This was f*cking obviously him trying to sabotage me!'

Tang Feng looked helpless. He said, head throbbing, "His internal organs have suffered from a serious blow."

"It's not me who did it!"

Qin Fengqing sounded more and more high-pitched. 'You can't blame this on me!

'I only wanted to take my saber back!'

Tang Feng looked at him, speechless. He snapped exasperatedly, "You're not that powerful!"