"What!"
Negan trembled violently when he heard the words, and in his agitation, he crushed the red wine glass in his hand.
The shards of glass cut into Negan's hand, the red wine mixing with fresh blood, dripping down.
However, Negan didn't care about the wound on his hand at all, his eyes fiercely staring at the young man, he asked with a ghastly face, "What did you say, say it again for me!"
The young man had anticipated that Negan would react this way upon hearing the news, but still, being stared at like this by Negan, the young man couldn't help but tremble unconsciously, lowering his head and speaking softly, "Lord Cang Ying... has fallen!"
"Bullshit, how could that be, old Cang is one of our Night Shura Killer Group's Silver Medals Killers, and before he went to Huaxia, he had already stepped into the Yellow Rank Early Stage, a true Ancient Martial Arts Master. He was merely going to kill an ordinary person, Chen Feng, how could he possibly have fallen?"
