章 740: Eighth Slap (21)

Jun Wu Xie's eyes took on a malicious glint. "Kill."

Jun Wu Yao laughed and without a moment's hesitation, he raised his head slowly, to look at the two men standing there dumbfounded.

"Then you will have to die." An alluring smile came back upon his lips, but the words that came out through his mouth sounded just like death's knell. Jun Wu Yao raised his hand and two dark shadows sped towards the two men!

One of them could not even react and he ended up with the same fate as his dead companion, while the leader summoned every last ounce of his spirit power and he barely managed to block the strike that would have killed him immediately. But although he managed to escape having his head separated from his body, the deflected black shadow had nevertheless opened up a gaping hole in his chest, and large amounts of blood was flowing out from the wound.