"I'll kill you just like this!"
Luo Cheng calmly withdrew his longsword, his face indifferent.
Thud!
The thin, black-clad man's shattered corpse hit the ground, his eyes still filled with confusion.
As if he couldn't comprehend his own death!
"Brat, you've got some nerve!"
The remaining three black-clad men finally snapped out of their shock, glaring at Luo Cheng with furious and murderous intent.
They never expected that, surrounded by the four of them, Luo Cheng would still dare to make a move.
And right in front of them, he killed one of their own!
The leader of the group, a coarse-featured black-clad man, shot a chilling glare and sneered maliciously:
"Heh heh, how dare you kill one of us? Don't think death will save you! Capture him, take him back to Lord Tu, and turn him into a Blood Corpse!"
"Haha! Brat, kneel before me now!"
