The young man was shocked to see the crescent-shaped weapon pass through Zuo Feng's thin body, and then that figure slowly dissipated before his eyes. The young man, full of disbelief, looked down, only to see a pitch-black short blade piercing his left side straight into the hilt and stabbing into his heart.
The corner of the young man's mouth trembled slightly, and he squeezed out two words, "Despicable." Zuo Feng just smiled slightly, and his raised right palm struck the young man's body, causing him to stagger back a few steps and fall heavily to the ground.
"I'm despicable? You, a Level 7 Bone Refining Stage martial artist, along with your companions, robbed my things and finally forced me to jump off a cliff. You say I'm despicable! You abandoned your companions and came to kill me alone, wanting to take what I have for yourself—is that also me being despicable?"
