A trace of cold emotion appeared in Yan Xiaobao's eyes as the newly forged pair of daggers moved with sudden speed.
The sinister aura returned once again, and this time, Yan Xiaobao was too slow to suppress it. He craved blood, yearned for killing, and his hands flung the two daggers towards Li Cheng's neck. Feeling no resistance, Yan Xiaobao suddenly felt warm liquid spread across his hands.
Li Sheng's eyes widened in disbelief, filled with terror, as he collapsed to his knees, blood spurting from the wound at his throat. His hands rose to clutch at the injury, yet before he could act, the student who had already knelt fell lifelessly to the ground, his essence vanishing into the air.
Everyone fell silent, as the fire on the stage raged. Then, as if triggered by a countdown, chaos erupted.
