"Third Moon Envoy, save me!"
The male assassin, who nearly got killed, regained his freedom and immediately shot backwards to escape.
"You won't survive."
In Zhang Xiaoshan's eyes, murderous intent surged.
A streak of green light flashed across the scene.
The person had just reached the courtyard when a streak of green light flashed past, striking his throat.
"Chh."
The person's face was full of joy for narrowly escaping death, but in the next moment, his expression and body both froze.
He stood rigidly in the middle of the courtyard, unmoving.
Immediately after, a bloodied head fell to the ground.
"Chh chh chh."
Blood continuously spurted from the neck of the decapitated body.
With a "thud" sound, the headless body collapsed onto the ground.
Dead beyond dead, bright red blood spread across the ground.
"Damn it!"
A voice roared in anger like thunder across the night sky.
"Boom."
