"Zhou Qing, Ding Chang, Hou Yunfen, stop right now!"
Watching Ding Chang and the others still slaughtering the honored guests, Village Master Long Yichen's eyes were splitting with rage.
Upon hearing that the nobles in the arena had died, he had rushed over with people in great haste, still unclear about what had happened, but the scene before him, with blood flowing like a river, already made his vision darken and nearly caused him to faint.
"Village Master Long, save me." Someone being chased saw Long Yichen, as if seeing a savior, and scrambled toward him desperately.
"Long Yichen, you are as good as dead, my father will not spare you... Ah!" There were also those who knew their life was at its end, seeing the belated Long Yichen, they cursed him viciously.
"Master, the chief of a prefecture's second son is dead!"
"Prime Minister Liu's niece's husband is dead..."
"Zhang Bancheng is also dead."
