The smirk on the blue-haired young man's face froze. Why did he sound so fake and exaggerated?
He didn't seem like someone who was about to die!
Did he have a trump card?
The blue-haired young man was puzzled. At the same time, he was infuriated. He pulled out his long sword with a swoosh. Blood splattered out like a crimson flower.
"Ah!" The clone screamed in pain. He clutched his chest and shouted, "Pain, pain…"
Veins popped out on the blue-haired young man's forehead. He was in a bad mood.
Even the other martial warriors were speechless. The grim atmosphere was destroyed instantly. Everyone felt that something was strange.
They stared at Wang Teng curiously. Did he have a way of saving his own life?
"So noisy!" The blue-haired young man snorted. He wanted to kill Wang Teng once and for all with a slash of his sword.