Kong Qiu looked at Su Tu with a teasing expression.
He knew Su Tu was the top of the Training Camp, but how could a Peeping Branch Martial Artist compare to the Mingtiao ones?? Moreover, this time, over thirty Mingtiao Martial Artists were striking at once.
Although he didn't know what kind of fortune Su Tu had seized from his family's young ancestor, it was enough to know that killing Su Tu would be a great achievement!
"Do you know how troublesome cleaning a room can be?"
Upon hearing this, Kong Qiu gave a faint smile of disdain, "The dead don't need..."
He had only spoken half of his sentence.
"Immortal Slaying Sword!"
Then Su Tu's cold and indifferent voice echoed again.
Followed by a gentle breeze that seemed to blow through the surroundings.
Whoosh!!!
Then.
Plop~ plop~
The sound of something falling eerily echoed in the room.
A faint scent of blood spread throughout the room, the sticky fresh blood stained Kong Qiu's shoes.
