"Bang!"
A shattered body flew backward like a kite with a broken string.
"Wah—"
Zhang Ying's face twisted as he opened his mouth wide, blood mixed with organ fragments spewed out uncontrollably. His miserable body was flung four or five zhang away before heavily smashing into the ground, causing an earth-cracking pit.
Watching Zhang Ying struggling in the pit, attempting to climb out but clearly losing sensation in his arms, Su Mu showed a trace of regret on his face. Zhang Ying was still too weak, unable to hold on any longer this quickly.
Tap tap!
Footsteps approached, and the struggling Zhang Ying on the ground suddenly trembled violently. His once meticulously groomed long hair now hung loose, strands soaked in blood and gore stuck to his face. He lost his prior superiority, now filled only with extreme panic and screams.
"You… you cannot kill me, I have the Vice Gang Leader behind me… No, he was the one who ordered me to do everything, he instructed me to kill you…"
