"Next one!"
Su Yue was covered in blood, and his innate aura combined with the blood-sucking effect gave the illusion that he had just emerged from hell.
"Uncle, I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"
The next to appear was the Fourth-Grade Martial Artist, the nephew of City Lord Heiye.
He was already scared out of his wits.
Earlier, he hoped the Martial Artist ahead could kill Hong Guo, but the way things were developing, it was absolutely impossible.
If he went out, he would end up dead.
But he didn't want to die.
Really didn't want to die.
In a little while, he could have broken through to Sixth Grade.
Really didn't want to die.
"Coward!"
Cang Ji was nearly smoked with anger.
Weakness was understandable, but to show such cowardice!
Now, making such a fuss, it's utterly disgraceful.
"Disobeying orders, behead him!"
Heiye turned to look at his nephew, murder in his eyes.
He was simply an embarrassing animal.
