"What are you standing there for? Go on."
Ye Qiu urged.
"Okay, I'll go right away."
Hongying obediently stepped forward and sent the Xuanwu Dojo members, who were no longer capable of fighting and were still struggling in their death throes, on their way one by one.
A moment later, only the leading old man was still alive, but he was in extremely bad condition, with several bones broken.
Ye Qiu walked up to the old man and looked down at him: "Who gave you the audacity to act so presumptuously in my Great Xia?"
"You...you could you be a martial artist..."
The old man stared intently at Ye Qiu, his voice trembling.
“Answer my question.”
Ye Qiu interrupted the old man.
The old man took a deep breath and shouted, "Although I am dead, it does not mean that the people of Dongdao are weaker than your Great Xia in martial arts. You wait, someone will come to avenge us. The people of Dongdao will never give up until this grudge is avenged."
"That's a real shame," Ye Qiu sneered.
"What...what's the regret?" the old man asked, puzzled. He couldn't see the slightest bit of tension in Ye Qiu's eyes.
Was Dongdao Chao really that unbearable to him?
Ye Qiu reached out and patted the old man's face, saying indifferently, "It's a pity that you won't see the day when I trample the Xuanwu Dojo's headquarters under my feet, or it's a pity that you won't see the Eastern Island Dynasty's imperial court crushed by me. Either way, it's a pity. What do you think?"
"You... pfft."
The old man coughed up a mouthful of blood and trembled all over.
"We can set off now."
Ye Qiu stood up, turned around and left.
Hongying understood, picked up a sword, and with a swift stroke, beheaded the old man.
Immediately, Hongying followed Ye Qiu and walked towards the hotel entrance.
But as Ye Qiu reached the door, he suddenly stopped and turned back to the hotel receptionist and security guards, saying, "Oh, right, there's something important I forgot to mention..."
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