Guo Wei reached out and grabbed at empty air.
Chu Lingguang saw a black shadow flash before him. It was Guo Wei's hand after he had activated his sixth-level Dharma Aspect. The broad, thick palm had transformed into a black Dragon Claw Hand.
As the Dharma Aspect receded,
the hand quickly returned to its original form.
"Master."
Chu Lingguang pulled his Long Spear back.
A bloody, fist-sized hole had been torn open in Samba's throat. It seemed as if he'd been drained of blood. His mouth gaped open as he fell forward, his eyes wide with disbelief even in death.
It was as if he had never imagined he would lose to Chu Lingguang, be pushed to such an extent, and lose his life here.
"Samba!"
Mahmoud and Iscoha rushed over, but before they could get close, Guo Wei turned. His surging aura and soul-stirring gaze made the two of them stop dead in their tracks.
"What does it matter if you win using such despicable methods?"
Guo Wei sneered.
