Chapter 368: Demolishing the Ourvi Family! (4)

With a heavy 'Thud!' sound, the head fell on the table before Anred, painting the table into the color of deep crimson.

Smelling the foul smell of blood, Anred showed a slight frown, but when he noticed the familiar face of the head his expression stiffened and darkened.

"My Lord, don't feel worried even for a second. I will take care of him right away!" the man with the hoodie on stood up from the side and dashed forward Khal with speed equivalent of those on the Ninth Cultivation Stage.

"DIE!" swinging his dagger which flashed with a cold glint, the man targeted Khal's neck, hoping to slice his head off with one single strike.

"You really don't know what is good for you, huh? Very well." Khal said calmly without looking at the attack and softly flicked his wrist that held his Moonshadow.

Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!...