"Is it not my task to kill all of you?" Gongyezi wielded a black sword. The black sword is the pinnacle skill amongst the loft's concentrated swords, indeed a masterpiece.
Zhong Lai Mountain's face was cold.
"I really didn't want to use such a charm, but you've forced my hand, which greatly worries me," said Gongyezi softly. "This is it, if you want to stay alive."
Zhong Lishan's expression changed dramatically; Gongyezi never considered letting anyone go!
"Kill."
The fire grew even blood-red. It felt like it could explode at any moment. He had failed this time, and washed it away.
Even though Brother Yang Mao has passed away, my old matters are still alive.
"Escape!"
Someone responded instantly and fled. Everyone knew they were no longer a match for the loft. Only by escaping Huzhong University could they assure their safety.
