"Wang Hao, you dare!"
Seeing Wang Hao dare to draw his sword, Dongfang Wuheng couldn't help but erupt in great fury. His mouth twitched, and his handsome face, due to anger, turned ferociously grotesque.
However, before his voice fell, he felt a piercing pain in his neck. Crimson blood also started gushing forth.
"Wang Hao, you..."
Wang Hao's mouth curved slightly upward, a wicked smile on his face, "Oops, sorry about that, my sword is a bit temperamental. When the great young master Dongfang approaches, it thinks you're after it, so it took initiative."
Fuck!
Hearing Wang Hao's explanation, everyone was dumbfounded. But then they quickly understood – did the sword mistake Dongfang Wuheng for trying to take it?
As a result, it took Dongfang Wuheng instead, not just taking him, but also drawing blood, right on the neck no less. The two elders behind him were the Dongfangs' experts, and seeing the blood on Dongfang Wuheng's neck, they didn't dare make a move.
