Hiss—
Clang—
The sword is drawn, the sword falls.
The sword edge sings.
Who lives, who dies.
All in an instant.
Qu Xin's martial arts were clearly inferior to Ran Ling's.
In fact, not a single person in this room could compare with Ran Ling's martial prowess.
But... this didn't mean that Ran Ling could really, as he claimed, kill everyone present.
Because in this world, strength does not always equate to victory.
"You..." Ran Ling, whose moves were blocked, had blood seeping from the corner of his mouth for some unknown reason.
His gaze didn't fall on Qu Xin, who had intercepted his blade, but on Huang Donglai instead.
"Heh..." Huang Donglai understood the implication and immediately laughed, "What's the matter? Didn't you realize what the consequences of drinking the wine I served would be?"
Ran Ling was furious, but he had no retort.
