"Excellent! Brother Su truly has an impressive spirit!"
Zeng Tianzheng burst into laughter, his heroic spirit surging. He laughed and said, "Someone, warm up some wine for Brother Su. Today, we shall witness him beheading that little beast's dog head!"
"Right away!"
The younger members of the Zeng Family hurriedly nodded and went to fetch the tools to warm the wine. Smiles bloomed on their faces; the fearful expressions they wore moments before had completely vanished.
In their eyes, for Su Zhengyang, a peak Innate martial artist wielding Saintly Arms, to behead Qin Xuantian, a savage Martial Artist, was absolutely effortless, like blowing away dust. There would surely be no chance of a mishap.
"Hahaha!!" Su Zhengyang laughed heartily. Grasping his Precious Sword, he walked outside, his aura like a rainbow. "In ancient times, Guan Yunchang beheaded Hua Xiong while his wine was still warm," he declared. "Today, I, Su Zhengyang, shall also emulate that feat!"
