At the same time, the two of them noticed a slight abnormality—the mana sent by the Qiankun Bag suddenly split in two, touching them separately.
But it had no harmful effect, like a breeze blowing.
The guest on the left, ignoring everything else, coldly asked, "Was it one of you who killed that person just now?"
Huang Yingying trembled with fear.
Wu Jinliang remained silent, watching the faces of the two formidable enemies simultaneously change before they became motionless, leaving only gurgling sounds from their throats. He then rubbed his nose and sneered, "What if I killed him? Did you really think you could intimidate me?"
What? Huang Yingying was stunned, thinking he must have misheard.
Wu Jinliang abruptly pulled him up from his kneeling position, flipped his hand, and stuffed a knife into his hand, raising his chin, "Go, cut them up."
Clang, the knife fell directly to the ground in fear.
