"Noisy."
Tang Feng didn't make a move; Jiang Qingyu acted first. The disciple's face changed drastically, "Junior Sister, what are you doing?"
However, what welcomed him was a fierce aura. A cold wind blew, and the next moment, the finger pointing disciple's hand was severed.
Ah!
It hurts, my hand!
The disciple screamed, with a face of disbelief, unable to comprehend why the Junior Sister would help an outsider to deal with him.
"This is just a small lesson. If you dare to speak rudely again, I'll make you regret coming into this world." A hint of menace flickered on the cold face, terrifying these people to the point of not daring to breathe.
"Get out!" A light shout made them leave in a panic.
However, as they left, they didn't forget to glare at Tang Feng.
This made him smile bitterly; these people love making such expressions. Even if they can't win, they still want to glare you to death, as if it satisfies their soul.
The less capable one is, the louder they speak.
