Ling Xiao looked at Shen Shi coldly and said, "Shen Shi, you think I'm not your opponent now that you've broken through, but let me tell you this: anyone Ling Xiao defeats can never be my opponent again!
You want to kill me?
But now, it's you who will die!
All this is of your own making, you can't blame anyone else!"
"Stop!"
Mo Fei Yu shouted, then instantly rushed over.
Ling Xiao smiled coldly, drew his sword, and tossed Shen Shi's corpse to him.
In any case, this Shen Shi was beyond saving.
"Brother Fei Yu, kill him, kill this brat quickly!"
Zhou Chui suddenly shouted frantically.
Thinking of how he humiliated Ling Xiao before, he knew Ling Xiao would never let him go.
But he couldn't possibly be a match for Ling Xiao, so he had to rely on Mo Fei Yu's strength to slay Ling Xiao.
"Swish!"
A streak of sword light pierced through the snow toward Zhou Chui.
