Gu Rong wasn't as lucky as Hai Cangfeng, he wasn't chopped at the legs, but had his torso severed.
"Uh—" Gu Rong couldn't utter anything coherent before he stopped breathing in the pool of his own blood.
His forty years of life thus came to a grim end amidst regrets.
Xiao Zhun calmly looked at Huang Donglai and asked, "You might guess correctly once, but can you guess correctly ten times, a hundred times?"
In the blink of an eye, three swords and two knives, two men had fallen, the two with the deepest powers. The earlier dense seige advantage suddenly vanished like smoke, extinguishing once again the hope that had been kindled in everyone's hearts.
"Heh... now, do you still think you can defeat me?" Seeing Huang Donglai did not respond, Xiao Zhun laughed.
