บท 267: Bai Chang Zai!

That one slash contained all of Su Ming’s power.

His body became as cold as an ice statue after that one slash. In his mind, there was only one thought – to kill the old Shaman.

Just as Su Ming’s body charged down, and his sword going straight for the old man’s head was only a few dozen feet away, the old man’s eyes suddenly shone and a cruel sneer appeared on his lips once again. Along with it came the disappearance of all the panic he previously had on his face.

"So you’re a Divine General of the Berserker Tribe! You’re finally out! Looks like this sword attack is your final move!"

The old Shaman lifted his head and raised his right hand to point towards the incoming Su Ming.