"I'll go!"
A student immediately ran off.
The guards were infuriated when they saw that more and more students were crowding over, and they were no longer able to bring away their Old Master with them. However, they weren't planning to stand on ceremony either. Although they had stopped speaking, they continued to crowd around Sun Mo. (If anything were to happen to Old Master, we'll kill you first.)
Pffft! Pffft! Pffft!
Sweat started to appear on Zheng Qingfang's forehead and they instantly vaporized. Then, the white steam turned into blood-colored steam, floating out in all directions.
"What is this?"
The guards' scalps turned numb from seeing this. Should they stop this guy?
There was no way that the guards wouldn't feel nervous. If the Old Master were to die here, then the seven of them could only follow him to the underworld to offer their apologies.
"Don't worry, this old man won't die."
