Wang Xiunan was crippled, and the group from East River University was so terrified that they hid in a corner, trembling, afraid to draw Xiao Chen's attention.
They had previously joined in the jeering and accusations against Xiao Chen; wouldn't they be in trouble if Xiao Chen held a grudge?
But clearly they were overthinking it. Xiao Chen couldn't care less to even glance at them; instead, he turned his gaze toward Wu Qing.
"Hmph, do you also wish for me to sever my own arm?" Despite being seriously injured, Wu Qing remained imposing and arrogantly said, "I am the Palace Master of Cangying Palace, one of the Dragon Soul Twelve Palaces. To expect me to sever my own arm is absolutely impossible!"
"No, you misunderstand. I never said you should sever your own arm," Xiao Chen replied indifferently. "Mu Fengqing may live, but you... I will not spare."
Suddenly, Xiao Chen pointed lightly with his finger.
Swoosh!
A stroke of the peerless sword light arrived in a flash.
Thud!