"Master Xuan, did you see that? At the end of my life, all of my hands have been used up."
As those sinister words came out of Lu Yang's mouth, Xuanfa's face instantly turned pale. The next moment, Luo Yisheng dropped to his knees!
His qi, under the rapid spread of the poison, and his Life Force, were both dying frantically.
"How could we…?"
Xuanfa spat out a broken, rattling sound, his dark eyes filled with pain and release. He couldn't understand; his five meridians were ranked ninth among the United Kingdom disciples of Zhengyang Sect. Why did Lu Yang kill him? Was it really that simple?
"How do you know the goods were really that color?"
At this cryptic line, he gave Lu Yang a weird smile. "So in the end, you still died for nothing."
Bang!
As he finished, Lu Yang squeezed his hand; suddenly the hand clamped on his heart snapped open, blood splashed down, Xuanfa's body shuddered, and in the next instant he collapsed completely, no longer making a sound!
Dead!
