"Drag her back!"
Seeing Zhou Yun had gone completely mad, Qin Jun furrowed his brow and commanded the martial artists.
"Yes, Mr. Qin!"
As he spoke, an early-stage Dark Energy martial artist shot forward like an arrow released from its bow.
"Get back!" As the martial artist moved, so did Qin Fan.
He scoffed with arrogant derision.
His body flickered, becoming a fleeting shadow. He sidestepped the lunging Zhou Yun, spun around, and delivered a precise kick to the martial artist's abdomen.
If it hadn't been for Zhou Yun's venomous words, Qin Fan might have considered letting her be dragged away. But some words seal one's fate. From the moment this shrew opened her mouth, she was doomed!
BANG!
A dull thud resounded from the martial artist's stomach. He didn't even see Qin Fan's movement before his body went light, and he was sent flying straight out the door.
