The leading disciple of Longmu Island held a roster in the palm.
At this moment, he started reading aloud:
"Zhou Qing."
A man heard and stepped out from the crowd.
The disciple of Longmu Island glanced at him:
"Category C!"
"Then it's mine."
A man holding a Bone Cutting Blade stepped forward:
"Come on, trash, dying under my blade is a blessing for you."
Zhou Qing followed him unknowingly.
The disciple of Longmu Island continued calling names.
Overall, it was categorized into A, B, C, and D.
Different categories, different affiliations.
Yang Xiaoyun watched indifferently until he saw Zhou Qing, who had first stepped out, now lying on a bed covered with a white cloth.
His upper clothes were removed, revealing a sturdy torso.
The man with the Bone Cutting Blade quietly watched him.
His gaze seemed to calculate where to cut for the most perfect dismemberment.
At this, Yang Xiaoyun could no longer bear to watch and secretly transmitted his voice:
"Begin..."
