“Bring 2nd uncle to the room, he’ll be fine!”
The tense members of the Qing Clan heaved a sigh of relief after hearing Qing Shui’s words of assurance. Qing You, Qing Hu and a few others carefully lifted Qing He away.
Qing Shui raised his head and stared hard at the middle-aged man on the arena. His tone was calm, but one could feel the his fury emanating from his words.
“You’re merely a Xiantian cultivator! You’re courting death!”