Su Chengyu didn't harm Fang Qing. This woman, her nature wasn't bad, it was just her privileged background and pampered attitude that created today's predicament.
Su Chengyu flicked his sword and picked up Cui Yan's spear.
"This spear is quite good, I will take it as my spoil of war, you can take him away."
"Su Chengyu! Put down my spear and give it back to me."
Cui Yan was not willing to let go. This spear was a legacy from an ancestor of the Cai Boxing Sect, known for his expertise in spear techniques. Cai Yi Gen granted him this spear.
If Su Chengyu took it away, he would be unable to face his sect and would be severely punished!
"If you have the ability, come and take it yourself." Su Chengyu said coldly.
"Forget it, brother. Just let him have it."
Fang Qing supported Cui Yan as they left. Li Yuancang jumped down from the grandstand, flicked his long hair, and said, "You're lucky son of a gun, give my sword back."