Under the force of his grievous injuries, his face instantly turned deathly pale... In less than three breaths, the talisman he had activated in midair also collapsed.
The light scattered, turning into specks of drifting fireflies.
Before he could hit the ground, there came a soft "shhk!"
A slender embroidery needle flew from nowhere and silently pierced his glabella.
This time, Song Kui did not even spit out blood. His eyes instantly lost focus, his body stiffened, and like a zombie, he fell straight down. With a "bang," he slammed into the ground and made no further sound.
This scene looked simple, but in truth, even Wang Xian would have felt the pain of losing the talisman Song Kui had used.
This was resistance piled up entirely with money! Unfortunately, money could buy talismans, but it could not buy back a life.
Even now, Du Yulin had no idea what had happened.
As her body abruptly retreated, she had thought her opponent had been gravely injured by her palm strike and could no longer rise. Or perhaps she thought Song Kui was stalling for time, waiting for the other man to launch an attack.
She landed and steadied herself, holding her sheathed sword across her chest as she shouted angrily, "Come on! Keep fighting!"
She did not know that the man stalling for time would never be able to stall for anything again.
"Damn it!!"
Seeing Song Kui fall, Zhang Le was truly enraged this time!
Three people had attacked in succession, yet they still could not kill this madwoman!
From the first two silently falling to Song Kui being sent flying by a palm strike, only a few dozen breaths had passed—and now Du Yulin was actually charging toward him!
For a moment, killing intent filled Zhang Le's eyes.