When he heard Huang Xiaolong say that he would first kill him, Jiang Wei’en’s deranged shouting about Huang Xiaolong’s impending tragic death halted abruptly as his pupils dilated in fear, his remaining arm clutched at his left shoulder. Jiang Wei’en was trembling: “Don’t!”

Huang Xiaolong raised his Mulberry Sword, a gentle tilt and Jiang Wei’en’s right arm fell to the ground from his shoulder.

“I’ll make sure you die tragically, horribly.” Huang Xiaolong spoke softly as if he was speaking of an inconsequential matter. The Mulberry Sword in his hand glinted again as it sliced off one of Jiang Wei’en’s legs.

The people spectating were stupefied, perturbed, and lastly, resigned to shaking their heads.

A mere Black Warrior Institute inner disciple actually dared to kill a direct lineage grandson of the Jiang Family’s Patriarch?!

They could already foresee the tragic ending that this Black Warrior Institute inner disciple...