章 600: Seventh Slap (7)

"What did we do that caused you to feel that we have gone back on our word?" Fan Qi wiped at his brow once again that was sweating profusely.

Jun Wu Xie's frosty eyes swept over the gathered crowd without giving Fan Qi a single word of reply when her gaze suddenly stopped, fixed on a person among the mass of disciples.

"Long Qi."

"Your subordinate awaits your orders."

"Go."

"Yes!"

Long Qi clean and clear voice had barely faded when his towering frame had already whizzed like a whirlwind, and shot himself right into the crowd. A series of surprised shrieks ensued, and quick as lightning, Long Qi grabbed two people from among the disciples and whizzed back to come before Jun Wu Xie once again!

Two wailing cries sounded suddenly. The two people found themselves being carelessly thrown before Jun Wu Xie's feet, and they started trembling uncontrollably.