"I repeat, anyone who stands in my way will die!" Su Heng's eyes flashed viciously, a vein throbbing on his forehead.
The dancers suddenly didn't dare make a sound.
Su Heng moved forward, but the dancer in green still stubbornly clutched at Su Heng's long sleeve.
"Very well!" Su Heng sneered coldly, grabbed her neck, and casually flung her towards the wall on the left.
"Ah!" The girl let out a sharp scream, which then abruptly ceased.
Her back collided with the wall with a crack, and she tumbled into a pile of clutter in the corner, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth, moaning faintly.
"Qingqing, how could you do this!" The other dancers immediately screamed, reaching out to tug at Su Heng's clothes.
Hiss!
A large amount of thick smoke billowed from Su Heng's body.
His Chi Yang Black Shaong energy circulated, rapidly raising his body temperature.