Su Yang slowly walked onto the stage, stepping on Ding Qiuhan's head, and said coldly, "Han Shao, didn't you say you wanted to seek revenge on me? So, have you given up on the idea now?"
Ding Qiuhan clenched his teeth tight, his voice deep and serious, "Don't... don't be too pleased with yourself too soon. You've injured Huang Beilun; you're as good as dead. Huang Beilun is the disciple of Ghost Blade Mo Qianli and also the relative by marriage of Nan Wudi. No matter which one of them comes for you, you can forget about surviving!"
"Is that so?" Su Yang said with a faint smile, slowly exerting force under his foot, "Rest assured, I won't kill you. I'll let you watch how I kill Nan Wudi and that Ghost Blade Mo Qianli."
"Su Yang, you really have a big mouth!" shouted Nan Shangwen from below in anger: "My grandfather is the third-ranked master in Pingnan Province. What are you, to compare yourself with my grandfather?"
