Song Yuwei's face was ashen. She had never truly witnessed a fight between martial artists. Even the scuffles between Ni Zhiqiang and Qin Han during business gatherings had not shaken her as much as this.
Dugu Wushang, Yimu Daoren, Xue Yi, and the others also looked worriedly at the opposite side.
"Could it be that he has fled?" someone whispered.
"Has he been beaten to death?"
"No, look over there," someone exclaimed.
Atop the roof of the Qin Family Medical Hall, where the signboard hung, a figure stood gracefully, like a drawn sword, his aura piercing the skies.
The recently calmed street, under the force of this aura, kicked up billows of dust once more.
"Whom do I choose to kill that can escape? Who in this world can take my life?" Qin Han laughed heartily, the recent exchange with the judges of hell evidently fueling his pride.