I Have a Butcher's Knife

"What happened to Prince of Martial Arts?" Xue Pingxi was shocked. "Did he get injured?"

As people in the vicinity discussed, the Prince of Martial Arts had already, with Zhuque's support, made his way to his seat on one side of the competition stage, looking even paler than before. He slowly closed his eyes without greeting anyone.

Li Qing, who had always had good relationships, had adopted a behavior similar to his father, Emperor Li Jiuye, at this moment. This similarity caused some of his good friends to hesitate before inquiring.

Xiao Wenjian glanced coldly at Li Qing and walked to the other side of the competition stage. He had a detestable personality and very few friends, and even those who occasionally wanted to flatter him were discouraged by his cold gaze.