This move was the first that Feng Lin had recently conceived.
Simply put, it utilized human thought logic.
If it were just a sword, anyone would attack the sword.
But add a clone, especially one that deliberately slows down the sword swing.
Most people wouldn't attack the sword but choose to go straight to the point and attack the body instead.
Of course, this was the first move Feng Lin had grasped, and he had many more he hadn't used yet.
Thump!
Jing Wei clutched his neck and fell.
"Ah!"
Zhao Hui couldn't believe it, her husband was clearly at the Great Achievement Realm.
How could he have been killed by this young man, Feng Lin?
She covered her mouth, screaming excitedly, before finally sitting helplessly on the ground.
Feng Lin crouched down, took the ring from Jing Wei's hand, and used the Ashen Divine Gu to dispose of his body.
He walked step by step towards Zhao Hui.
"Don't... don't kill me, I don't want to die, Feng Lin, spare me!"