Su Mu held back against the last two, Zhao Qing, only to keep an eye on Gongsun Xin, who had been lurking without making a move. He had to leave room for maneuver.
Another silver sword shot through the air.
The deep eyes behind the cyan wolf mask surged with murderous intent. Everyone on Changping Dao must die tonight—this was Su Mu's promise to Yan Xiaolan.
"It's your turn now."
Su Mu's five fingers clenched out defiantly. The moment he raised his hand, Gongsun Xin, who was several yards away, felt a chill run down his spine. But eventually, he gritted his teeth unwilling to pass on this 'once-in-a-lifetime' opportunity.
Initially, he didn't make a move like he intended. Originally, he planned to cooperate with the ants in the manor to kill Su Mu, but Su Mu's strength turned out to be beyond his expectations.
