A long black spear pierced through the sky and pinned the young man down. Fresh blood poured out all over the ground.
Everyone else lost their composure and screamed. They gazed up and saw a handsome young man descend from above. Like an incoming God, his presence was commanding.
"Dammit, who dares to kill a descendant of the Wan Gui House? Are you tired of living?"
"Young man, I don't care who you are, you are dead for sure!"
"You dare to cause trouble inside the Wan Gui House and kill our man? You sure are impatient to die!"
Everyone chimed in. Though they were shocked at Ling Xian's violent act, when they thought of their background, they became fearless.
"The Wan Gui House should not be taken advantage of. But you think I should be taken advantage of?"
Ling Xian's black hair fluttered in the wind and electricity was shooting out of his eyes. The black long spear returned to his hand and it emitted cold killer's instinct.