"Ah! Junior brother, you deceived me!"
At this moment, the man's face was filled with horror upon seeing Zhao Mu swiftly following him. The speed was beyond his imagination, and in almost an instant, Zhao Mu had reached the man's side.
After a glint of cold light flashed from Zhao Mu's hand, he didn't even have the slightest chance to retaliate before being split in two by that bizarre sword blade.
Only a cry at the brink of death echoed there, filled with unwillingness.
"Heh, people live for themselves, heaven's punishment be damned, blame yourself for being too stupid."
Jin Yuwen chuckled coldly, not caring at all about the man's roar. Even if they were sect brothers, so what? In a life-and-death situation, saving oneself is naturally the most important thing.
As for the rest, they are all just illusions.
"This guy really has some skills."
