The part of the iron rod that snapped hit the wall and ricocheted back, tumbling to Qiao Mu's feet.
"Qiaoqiao, Qiaoqiao." Feng Chen started to worry about her emotional state, since she was almost acting as if she was possessed. He grabbed her wrists and pulled her to his side, soothingly repeating, "Alright, it's fine, Qiaoqiao! Calm down, Qiaoqiao."
*Bang!* The door to the dungeon got kicked open again.
Mo Lian, the Little Despot, and the others were dragging a bloodied person whose original facial features could not be discerned down the stairs.
Afterwards followed Tung and the young men in black who were towing along a bunch of beaten-up Clear Sky Faction disciples who only knew to groan and shriek.
Qiao Mu once again took out an iron rod from her inner world and rushed up without hesitation. She violently started beating up the bloodied person on the ground without room for objection!
