Bi Qisen's face flushed red at once, and his eyes burned with shame and anger.
A strong killing intent surged from the bottom of his heart, filling his bloodshot eyes.
However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free from the terrifying pressure enveloping his body.
Second-grade?
The person who dealt with him was a second-grade?
Bi Qisen was shocked and enraged. He opened his mouth and bellowed in a hoarse voice. "Who… who is it?!"
Thump!
The ground shook, and the ground where Bi Qisen's head was caved in. A pit had formed, and cracks were all over the place.
Bi Qisen's head had sunk into the hole, and half of his face was badly mangled.
"Ah!"
"Amazing!"
"Who did this? Which big shot did this?"
"…"
Cries of alarm rose from the distant spectators.
Third-grade big shots were rare to begin with.
