He looked down. The red was blood; the white, brains.
"Was he the backup you mentioned?"
Just then, a voice called out.
Hu Dazhen snapped his head up, just in time to see another head flying toward him.
How could he not understand what he had just shattered with his fist?
His figure flashed as he dodged the head. Looking closely, he immediately recognized whose it was.
His pupils contracted violently as he looked up in the direction the head had come from.
There, he saw a handsome and dashing young man walking toward him under the moonlight, a longsword in hand.
Xiang Xiaoyuan's eyes glazed over in a daze.
"Su Mu?!"
Hu Dazhen cried out in shock.
"You recognize me. It seems you really were here for me."
Su Mu said calmly, "In that case, you can go and join them."
Before his voice had even faded, Su Mu shot into action.
'What a fool!'
