บท 225: A Familiar Person

Qin Huai pulled out Silver Fox's spearhead and reattached it to the spear shaft.

"You… You cheated…" The bald man glared at Qin Huai.

The empty space between his eyebrows was actually growing rapidly, and his hands and feet were also moving slightly. However, he had obviously lost control of his body. Only the blood heart technique was frantically trying to save itself.

"If you didn't plot against me. How could I die? How can you break my blood river!" the bald man roared indignantly.

Qin Huai flung Silver Fox away and shot the bald man in the neck. In an instant, fresh blood gushed out like a fountain, and the bald man's ferocious eyes were completely lifeless.

"What a weak ninth refinement warrior," Qin Huai muttered.

Compared to Zhang Dagen, this bald man was miles away. He didn't even need to activate his blood dragon form to gain the upper hand in terms of energy.