Everyone saw Wang Ye fall ten meters to the mark. The fire receded and his face was ghastly pale while he spat a mouthful of blood out.
"What" The people in the restaurant all thought. They saw him holding on to his chest in pain, his face tightened.
"Puchi" a small blade came out from his back and went back to Mark's scabbard.
"The next time I will not just cut an artery to your heart, I will destroy your heart," he said with a cold voice.
The whole restaurant was silent for a while before Wang Yongtao rushed toward Wang Yao while Wang Tang rushed toward Mark.
"You vile man, how dare you do such a thing" he shouted as fire surrounded him while they coagulated on his sword.
"Sundering the deepest path of hell" he shouted and a tiger formed from his sword.