If I don’t kill him now, then when?
Yan Xiu raised his hand and swung down his blade. The broadaxe came down ruthlessly, and lopped the head off.
Dan Biaoyi and Qiu Shaoqun also withdrew their spears from Song Fu’s body.
The three of them were still feeling a bit nervous, and immediately cast a glance at Miao Yi.
Miao Yi did not intervene, and had instead invoked his arts to protect the dishes on the short table in order to safeguard it from the ripples of transcendence energy from the battle.
Now that he’d quelled his transcendence energy, he opened his hand and grabbed a cup of alcohol, then brought it up and drank it in one gulp. He said indifferently, “The show is over.”
The three of them cupped their fists, then quickly exited through the back of the hall and disappeared.
