As the hour passed slowly,
blood began trickling out from where the neck met the severed head of the fallen man.
Even laymen knew that trouble was brewing.
Some spectators couldn't bear to watch and turned to leave, while others craned their necks, curious to see how things would end.
Old Qian could only keep bowing, not daring to resist, knowing it was no different from an ant shaking a tree.
Just as he was about to despair, a crisp sound suddenly rang out in the area.
The young master, with a smile, maintained his face of amusement without yielding, even though there were vaguely visible guards around him.
Zhong Shenxiu caught this, a flicker of light passing through his eyes, and he reached into his sleeve.
Ding!
At that moment, another anomaly occurred.
Zhong Shenxiu's eyebrows lifted as he saw a wooden hairpin flying from outside the area, landing straight on top of a Red Emperor Coin.
