Zhuang Xuantong dared not step forward when she saw that many others had been injured. For a moment, everyone circled around Pan Qingcang, not daring to move.
Pan Qingcang's mind was already dead by now. He looked at the group of people and let out a long laugh. "If I don't die today, then I'll remove your treacherous villain's head in the future and avenge today's shame. If I die, then I'll have a short life. I'll come back 18 years later to seek revenge." After he finished speaking, he summoned his strength and swung his sword at a person. Instantly, that person was hacked in two from head to toe. Blood sprayed all over the ground and onto Pan Qingcang's body. There was nothing on his face, but he ignored it. He only held onto his sword with one hand and his face appeared even more sini
