Pffft—
As soon as he hit the ground, Zhao Gang spat out a mouthful of blood.
It was obvious his Inner Mansion was severely injured.
"S-stop! Stop fighting! I admit defeat! I'll give you all my treasures—"
Zhao Gang raised his hand in surrender, but in truth he wasn't willing to give up—he was just trying to buy time.
As long as his men arrived, even if they couldn't kill Lin Chang'sheng, at least he could escape.
But how could Lin Chang'sheng not see through that?
"If I kill you, won't your treasures still be mine?"
Lin Chang'sheng sneered.
Hearing this, Zhao Gang realized he probably had no hope of surviving today. He immediately turned to run.
But with the Corpse Puppet and Lin Chang'sheng attacking from both sides, he had no chance to escape at all.
"Die!"
Lin Chang'sheng seized the opportunity. The instant the Corpse Puppet sent Zhao Gang flying, the Evil-Breaking Blade Aura in his hand erupted with dazzling brilliance, unleashing a Celestial Vault Godslaying Slash.
