"Mr. Xue!"
"Xiao An!"
"Brother Xue!"
"Young Master!"
Cries of alarm erupted from all sides.
Tang Xuan'er, Fan Mengxue, Hu Ying, and others rushed forward without any regard for themselves.
But just then, Zhuge Cang shouted, "Everyone, step back! No one touch him! Tian Zena!"
Tian Zena's expression turned solemn as he stomped on the ground, instantly covering it with layers of dark light that cushioned the fall of Xue An.
Yet even with this slight tremor, Xue An spewed a mouthful of fresh blood.
Blood scattered, staining everyone's eyes red.
"Brother Xue!" Hu Ying cried out, then broke into sobs.
She had never seen Xue An like this before.
The Xue An in her memory always seemed calm and in control, but now his spirit had fallen to its lowest point, his once captivating eyes dim and lifeless, as if ready to extinguish.
The sight shocked Hu Ying into tears.
As for the others, they were shedding tears too.
"Instructor!"
"Young Master!"
The cries resonated worldwide.
