Shock

"Little brat, who do you think you are? Why don't you try scolding me again? Do you think that I won't cut you down?" Murong Wushuang could not bear to watch anymore. He rolled up his sleeves and prepared to rush forward to beat up Ning Hengqing.

Ning Xiaochuan held Murong Wushuang back and said, "Let me handle it."

Upon seeing this, Ning Hengqing scoffed and grew more arrogant before he said, "That's right! Sicken Ning, you should control your dog properly."

"You scumbag, don't you dare assume that I won't knock every tooth out of your mouth!" Murong Wushuang furiously spat.

Anger stirred inside Ning Hengqing too as he condensed the Qi on his palms. "Where did this pariah come from? How dare you speak to me that way? I'm going to cut off your tongue and sell you off as a slave today."

Whoosh… 

The Qi condensed into a Qi Sword before, landing on Ning Hengqing's hand.