Death Fog hit him in the chest with a palm.

Hearing a crisp crack of ribs on his chest, Lu Man fell heavily, lying face down on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

After Death Fog stood still, he put his mask back on, and the long sword in his hand disappeared.

"Your level should be above that of Qi King. Unfortunately, you are still not strong enough, but it is still good enough. It is more than enough to deal with ordinary Haotian Pavilion spies or sit-ins, but for me, it is still not enough to fight."

Having said that, I wanted to continue moving forward.

At this time, Lu Man's heart had been severely injured and he was dying soon. He sat up panting and turned around to see Death Wu leaving. Unwilling to do so, he grabbed the scimitar on the ground again and staggered towards Death Wu's back.

go.

After seeing this, the people and other guards nearby wanted to stop him, but it was too late.

Death Wu suddenly turned around, stretched out his right hand and crushed the scimitar in Lu Man's hand, then grabbed Lu Man's throat and said viciously: "I spared your life just now. I respect you for being a master. Maybe you can still live."

Go down, but now I see that you are just an ant who loves to show off your strength, and your life is in vain!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Death Wu strangled his throat with force and threw Lu Man aside with a flick.

The dying Lu Man's eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes and he was breathing heavily. He was speechless. He used his remaining air to form a weak voice that reached the ears of the other guards.

"Don't get involved with this person, hurry up! Go tell Jian Shiyi...!"
Chapter completed!