He was exceptionally dashing, dominant, and assertive, causing many young girls' eyes to sparkle with excitement as they couldn't help but exclaim.
As for Ma Dai, his face was swollen like a pig's head, lying on the ground, his eyes dull, his body still twitching slightly, clearly in extreme pain.
Xiao Han paid no attention to him, but glanced at Dongfang Qingcheng and smiled, "It seems the sword dance can't be saved for last."
Dongfang Qingcheng immediately understood his meaning, she revealed a smile and then said to Brother Cheng beside her, "Bring me the sword."
Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, Brother Cheng brought over a sword.
This was a blood-stained sword, emanating a terrifying aura that felt suffocating.
Xiao Han's eyes narrowed, not waiting for Brother Cheng to hand over the sword, he walked over and grabbed it himself.
