Everyone was shocked by the sudden turn of events.
Jing Ruo stared blankly for a moment and then hurriedly said, "Hey, how can you hit someone like that!"
But she couldn't reach out to stop Shen Xun because she simply couldn't hold him back—Shen Xun was like a furious lion!
"Hey! Axun!" Jing Su wanted to reach out to pull him back, but Shen Xun's movements were fast and fierce, with a very strong momentum.
Jing Su's angle of intervention was off, and Shen Xun's hand happened to brush against the back of his hand. Despite having no visible fingernails, the cleanly cut nails, with the added velocity and fury, were as sharp as blades.
A mere brush was already damaging enough.
Jing Su furrowed his brows, pursed his lips, and noticed a new, jagged wound on the back of his hand, which was quite deep—it looked as if a long strip of skin and flesh had been scraped off.
Blood gushed out immediately, dripping down Jing Su's fingers.