Chapter 1165: The Assassin's Curse
A flash of viciousness appeared in Consort Ling's eyes. Her legs spun in the air, driving her body to follow the motion, and then both legs slammed once more into the chest of Grade Seven.
Bang! Grade Seven, pinned under Consort Ling's feet, stared at her with wide eyes, trying to lift his trembling right hand to point at her, as if wanting to say something, but as he opened his mouth, large mouthfuls of red blood spewed out.
Consort Ling drew the sword stick from her back. Clearly, under the combined assaults of Consort Ling's palms and legs, Grade Seven's internal organs were completely shattered. A cold glint flashed, and the sword tip suddenly thrust into the center of Grade Seven's heart.
Death! Inevitable!
When the words "a mission is a mission" were uttered, it was already fated that Grade Seven would die at Consort Ling's hands.
