"Boom!"
"Pfft..."
With the roar echoing, Sima Zhongyuan's body trembled violently, a blood arrow spewed from his mouth, flying as he fell heavily to the ground, his face already as pale as gold paper, clearly heavily injured...
Although he was a Higher Twelfth Stage, Leng Yang was merely an ordinary Twelfth Stage, yet with the help of Little Ghost Piao, he completely hid his form and breath using mental strength, striking from behind at close range with thunderous force—its power was imaginable.
"Leng Yang? Your Leng Family actually colluded with Chen Tang..."
As he fell, in the moment he saw Leng Yang, Sima Zhongyuan's expression changed once again, instantly contorted with fury, teeth gnashing: "Indeed, the lad is unworthy of trust, your Leng Family's prior betrayal, Sima and the Fuyang Clan will not let it rest..."
"That's for the future, and you won't be able to see it, so... don't bother worrying about it!!"
