Lin Xiao walked in, his face ashen. But his eyes were as calm as an unfathomably deep abyss, ready to swallow the two pieces of trash before him at any moment.
"Filthy beggar, if you don't want to die, get the hell out!" Zhou Boran roared.
Yes, he wanted to kill someone. He had the prize right in his grasp, only for some filthy beggar to ruin it all. It was no wonder he was furious.
Lin Xiao paid him no mind. With a wave of his hand, a cold glint disappeared into Su Qingning's body. It was the Xuantian Needle, a gift from his third master, fashioned from Celestial Black Iron. Su Qingning instantly lost consciousness.
Lin Xiao had done it on purpose. After all, he was about to commence a massacre, and it would be complicated if Su Qingning were to be frightened by the sight.
Once that was done, Lin Xiao turned to face Qi Cun and Zhou Boran. His gaze shifted, becoming as sharp as a newly drawn sword, potent enough to strike fear into their hearts.
