"Spare you? Is that possible?"
"Betraying the Sect, you should have prepared for death. Who's next?"
Chu Feng's icy gaze pierced through the heavens, shattering layers of poison miasma, bearing down on the remaining two devilish disciples.
As if to prove Chu Feng's authority, Gu Zhe let out a piercing scream, then plummeted from the sky.
Thud!
He crashed onto the thick layer of moss below, splashing up bursts of water.
The man didn't die immediately; Gu Zhe was still struggling, but the more he struggled, the deeper he sank. Soon, he was submerged in the depths of the poison swamp, and no sound emerged thereafter.
And so Gu Zhe died, in the field of poison pills he was most proud and proficient at, competing with Chu Feng, his master, in poison.
Then mercilessly erased.
"Ah..." Chen Yuanyuan couldn't help losing her composure, terrified out of her wits.
