The will to live burned furiously within Jin Pengju, and despite his best efforts to resist and his quick adrenaline-fueled wit, he couldn't alter his fate. Su Chengyu's current strength was enough to effortlessly annihilate him.
Thud. A chilling sensation crept its way onto Jin Pengju's neck, immediately followed by a wave of his own blood gushing out.
Jin Pengju clutched his throat, his eyes widened, and his face filled with the fear of impending death. Groaning noises escaped his mouth as blood uncontrollably trickled from the gaps between his fingers.
Jin Pengju could not accept his fate, but no matter how fierce his protest, he could not prevent his life from fleeing his body. His body slumped helplessly to the ground.
Su Chengyu didn't give Jin Pengju's corpse another glance. He gripped the Dragon Slayer Sword in his hand, aiming straight at Jin Zhengxiong who was the weakest among the four Martial Marquises.