Unexpectedly, within just a few breaths, the masked man's neck wound rapidly closed, and his eyes reopened.
At this moment, Zhang Rongfang slapped his forehead with one hand.
Bang.
After a muffled sound, the silver in the man's eyes dissipated, his body turned black, fell to the ground, and turned into black ash.
Zhang Rongfang looked to the other side again.
Daoist Qingxiao had a faint sweat on his forehead, standing on the other side, ready to strike Zhang Zhenhai from another direction.
He had barely made a move when he noticed the unexpected change not far away.
Suddenly, he dared not make another move.
"Something's wrong!" After killing one person, Zhang Rongfang felt something wasn't right instead.
"He's too weak... he couldn't even pique my interest..."
He killed the man as if killing an ordinary martial artist, without any challenge, without any emotional fluctuation.
Other than increasing his skill proficiency, it seemed only a slight ripple stirred in his heart.
