Just as Mo Feng was about to give chase, he spat out another mouthful of fresh blood; this sword strike had injured his internal organs. He hurriedly sat down in meditation, needing to stabilize his injuries first.
"Mo Feng, you useless piece of shit! They're getting away, and you're not even chasing them? Are you just going to eat shit?" Liu Yi watched with wide eyes as Ling Chen and Lin Ya escaped from the Palace, his lungs practically exploding with anger.
"You useless thing, just like a fly! Die for me!" Mo Feng finally lost his patience. He had endured him before, but now, he could bear it no longer.
SWISH! He rose directly and slapped Liu Yi on the forehead, shattering his skull with a single palm.
THUD. Liu Yi's body fell to the ground, his eyes wide open in death.
Meanwhile, outside the ancient city, dozens of figures were waiting. Six or seven out of ten were members of the Black Dragon Gang; the rest were the remaining experts from the Baiyue Trade Association.
