Pan Jian had no doubt that if this boy wanted to kill him, he would have no chance of surviving!
This is absolute strength!
This is the power of the God of War!
Pan Jian knew very well that he had run into a brick wall today and offended someone he shouldn't have, but he only had one thought in mind: to survive. He didn't want to die yet.
immediately.
Pan Jian ran quickly to the stairwell.
We went straight to the emergency staircase; we didn't even dare wait for the elevator.
Just now, when he was struck by that spiritual sword formed from bluish-white spiritual energy, he had already smelled the scent of death.
...
Under the watchful eyes of everyone in the corridor.
Pan Jian ran away clutching his right shoulder, leaving a trail of blood on the ground, a truly shocking sight.
Xu Jin watched Pan Jian leave quietly.
No further action was taken.
He just wanted to break Pan Jian's arm, nothing more.
Moreover...
Xu Jin also made a point of not harming Pan Jian's life.
To avoid causing more trouble.
"hiss……"
The martial artists in the corridor all gasped in shock.
The scene they just witnessed had a tremendous visual impact on them.
So much so that they all stood there dumbfounded.
I don't know what to do.
Nobody dared to run.
On the floor of the corridor was Pan Jian's right arm, which was still bleeding profusely.
It greatly stimulated their nerves.
"Now it's your turn."
Xu Jin's calm voice rang out again, but this time, when it reached everyone's ears, it sounded like the voice of death descending.
"I still stand by what I said."
"If you're willing to slap yourselves ten times..."
"It's your fault for shouting nonsense."
"I won't pursue this further."
"Now it's up to you to choose: slap him, or do what the other person did?"
After Xu Jin finished speaking, he suddenly grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth, which gave people a terrifying feeling.
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