章節 911: The Power of the Nine-death Sword Formation

Su Mo was surprised that the black-robed man knew him.

He then realized that this man was one of the Corpse Hall experts back there in the Talents' Grand Gathering because he had never met any Corpse Hall members.

Otherwise, this man could never recognize him since he had never met any other Corpse Hall members.

"Exactly!" Su Mo gently nodded without denying that.

"You little bastard betrayed your master and still dare come to the Corpse Mountain. You must be tired of living."

The man laughed cunningly and said with a face full of murderous intent, "Just let me finish that loose end for Huangfu Qing today!"

"You are not qualified to do that!" Su Mo snorted with disdain.

The black-robed man said no more and waved his hand, saying, "Kill him!"

"Howl! Howl! Howl!"

Those dark-purple Corpse Kings immediately snarled madly and charged at Su Mo.

Nearly two hundred Corpse Kings moved with overwhelming Corpse Qi.