"Fellow Daoist Wen, please stop!" Cui Wuran exclaimed in alarm, flinging his sleeves and releasing several rays of white light into his surroundings, spreading open a white barrier light screen within the private room as he shouted.
The red-haired youth, however, turned a deaf ear, his eyes faintly glowing with a blood-red hue as if he had lost his rationality. With a single sweep of his hand, a black long whip shattered the table and then lashed towards Yuan Ming. The several individuals near Yuan Ming were also affected by the black flames on the whip, panicking and hastily dodging backward in shock and anger.
Yuan Ming frowned; this person really was relentless. With a flick of his sleeve.
The Blood Blade glowed with blood light, shooting out once more as a streak of blood, flashing in front of the red-haired youth with speed doubled from before.
