Xu Nian's words intimidated the entire audience, causing fear to rise in the hearts of the spectators around.
Beside him, Hu Long's brows also furrowed tightly, his eyes filled with anger.
"I'm asking you one last time, who did it?" Xu Nian pressed the tip of his sword against the brow of the frail young man and asked coldly.
The frail young man's eyes were filled with venom and resentment, glaring at Xu Nian steadfastly.
"Offend Young Master Hu, and you will die a miserable death!" The frail young man roared, and then his other hand clenched into a fist, hurling it towards Xu Nian.
However, before he could get close, the sharp sword in Xu Nian's hand transformed into a streak of light, cutting off his head directly, killing him on the spot.
The head of the frail young man rolled to the side, and his body fell down.
The scene fell silent, and everyone stood frozen, staring at this spectacle.
