"You win. Kill me… cough… cough… The Guo clan… won't let you go… hahaha… cough, cough… I'll be… down below… waiting for you…"
At this moment, that middle-aged man's cold face was deathly pale, blood was still constantly trickling from the corner of his mouth, his aura was weak, and it looked like he was on the verge of death.
But in the middle-aged man's eyes there was only deep hatred. If a gaze could kill, Zhou Feng would probably have already been hacked into eight pieces and minced into paste.
"People of the Guo clan? Let them come!" Zhou Feng didn't show the slightest mercy. His longsword drew a few arcs in the air, and the middle-aged man's body immediately sounded with several muffled puffs. The body that had still been intact just now was instantly torn into pieces, directly hacked into eight parts, so dead that he couldn't be any deader.
"I told you, it wasn't certain who would kill who! Killing you only takes one sword!"
