The entire hall was deathly silent, with only Shangguan Haitang's pig-slaughter-like screams piercing people's eardrums.
Everyone was stupefied; this Hou Tao had truly crippled his own master, and in front of an audience, no less.
Hou Tao's heart no longer had room to care for Shangguan Haitang—it was like he was a clay Buddha crossing the river—he couldn't even save himself.
With his bones still exploding inch by inch, he gritted his teeth as he walked to Xiao Zheng's side, wiping the sweat from his brow, and said urgently, "Brother, I've already crippled his legs, can you let me go now? Please!"
"You performed well!"
Xiao Zheng nodded in satisfaction, his hand moving as fast as electricity, and gave him a fierce shove. Unseen by others, a silver needle flashing with blue light was discreetly taken back by him.
"Thank you, brother, for showing mercy!"
