Zheng Chunhua saw Su Chengyu approaching with his sword, but before she could react, she felt a flash of cold light, a chill at her throat, and then a trail of blood spurting from her neck, splashing onto the ground.
Zheng Chunhua rolled on the ground a few times, her body convulsing violently. Her hands clamped around her throat, unable to stop the blood gushing out.
With a sense of resentment, she glared at Su Chengyu, who was standing there with his sword. Her eyes were bulging, her pupils slowly dilating.
"You... the Black Dragon Commerce Association will not let you go…"
After uttering the words, Zheng Chunhua drew her last breath.
Su Chengyu snorted coldly, flicked the blood off his sword and sheathed it, Lancang, with a turn of his back.
The hall was immediately in uproar.
"How could this be?! A Ninth Grade Grandmaster, killed by him?!"