"Luan Wusheng, you're digging your own grave!" Boss Jing sighed slightly.
"Hmph, he's stubbornly seeking his own death, what's there to say?" Gui Ya snorted coldly, endless killing intent instantly blooming in the space.
He had long wanted to kill Luan Wusheng, and now was the perfect opportunity. Even if he killed Luan Wusheng, the strong in the Ancient Martial World would not blame him, but rather reward him!
"Kill!"
Luan Wusheng no longer said anything more and struck towards Gui Ya with a palm, the surging spiritual power rolling over his palm.
Faced with four people, he was doomed to die, and the only thing he could do was to find an opportunity to drag Gui Ya down with him.
Even if he died, he wanted to make Gui Ya pay the price, viciously taking a bite off him.
A sharp whistling sound echoed in the air. After all, he was a Peak War General, his desperate strike was incredibly powerful, this mighty palm suddenly arrived in front of Gui Ya.
"Hmph, courting death!"
