Chapitre 513: The Clash of Two Skills of Death

Yo… you… you!!!

Augh!!!

“Who… Who are you!?” The young man from the Demon Tribe was deeply suspicious of Zheng-Fu. When and how did Zheng-Fu know his true identity? Even a high-level detector would have been unable to determine his real identity.

“Me? I am the one who will send you to meet the Grim Reaper.”

[Winter Flame Flying Saber Skill: First Stance; Winter Flame of Scorching]

Wooooosh!!!

Zing!!!

“No! I can't die here!!” shouted the young man from the Demon Tribe, refusing to accept death. He still had much to do. Just as Zheng-Fu's flying saber approached the young man, a shadow suddenly appeared in front of him.

Clang!!!

Zheng-Fu's flying saber was deflected by that shadow just in time, narrowly missing the young man’s throat. The young man from the Demon Tribe narrowly survived death. As for the shadowy figure, it only took a few steps back before regaining its balance.

“Kid, stop now, or don’t say I didn’t warn you!”

Boom!!!