Xu Xiangbei was holding Ono Futsunari's wrist, sensing his life slowly slipping away. The bloody smell earlier was coming from him.
Ono Futsunari's pulse stopped beating, and Xu Xiangbei shook his head helplessly: "Let him go, his heart vein is already severed. The other side didn't kill him immediately, they just wanted him to deliver a message. Their sword technique is precisely unparalleled."
"What is the Sword Palace?"
Zuo Mu did not immediately answer Xu Xiangbei's question but instead, with a fierce face, clenched his fist tightly, glaring at his junior brother's corpse.
Xu Xiangbei vigilantly took off a piece of clothing and threw it into the air. A bullet pierced through it, hitting the wall and sparking brilliantly.
It's clear that the sniper's aim was extremely accurate; any exposure would mean certain death.
"You cover me, let me rush out and deal with this guy."
