Thud!
Stabbing one knife after another, Jiang Qingyun's body fell heavily to the ground like a heap of mud, making a dull thud.
At this moment, Jiang Qingyun's eyes bulged widely, lifeless, and his body remained motionless; he was completely dead now.
His chest was riddled with countless knife wounds, looking horrifying at a glance. Even at the moment of death, he was still in shock at the scene before him!
Clang!
Seeing Jiang Qingyun dead before him, Jiang Ziqing took a deep breath for a moment before throwing the dagger in his hand to the ground, letting out a crisp sound.
On his body, there was an uncontrollable sense of exhaustion and fear.
After the struggle, Jiang Ziqing had personally killed his own younger brother, and such an act made him feel utterly drained and terrified.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
At this very moment, just as Jiang Ziqing was feeling utterly exhausted, a burst of crisp applause suddenly sounded.
