Meng Qiong ran away directly, but no one cared about her.
Ning Yan, Ning Xuanjun, and the others all looked at Meng Qingze, who was lying on the ground, with expressions of horror and their hearts racing uncontrollably.
That was the Emperor's Son, towering over his peers and dominating one side as a supreme genius, and yet he was now so casually slain by Xiao Chen.
Clearly, there was no life or death enmity between him and Xiao Chen, at most a hot temper or a somewhat arrogant nature, having merely argued with Xiao Chen in a fit of pique.
This sort of scene, which should have only taken place among commoners, was actually happening to the distinguished Emperor's Son, shocking everyone's hearts and eyes.
"Is he really so unrestrained?"
Meng Qing also took a deep breath, her gaze at Xiao Chen filled with complex and indiscernible emotions.