Several people covered their throats in horror, blood continuously overflowed from their fingers, and they fell to the ground unwillingly as if their vitality continued to flow away.

Su Liang shook his sword.

A few bits of blood flew everywhere and fell to the ground.

The sword body returned to its original state.

Silver as bright as snow.

With his strength, dealing with these ordinary spectators is as easy as killing a chicken.

Many onlookers outside the stadium saw this bloody scene and let out sharp shouts.

Su Liang glanced over coldly.

Those people felt a chill in their hearts, like wilted eggplants, and the screams in their mouths suddenly stopped.

Putting the sword back into its scabbard, Su Liang frowned when he saw a police car coming in. He glanced at Shan Ying and said, "I'm sorry."
Chapter completed!