Su Xin's Sword Twenty-Three left its sheath, pointing straight at Zuo Wujiang.
In truth, Su Xin bore no great grudge against Zuo Wujiang. He even admired him somewhat.
Although Zuo Wujiang had lost this time, there had actually been no flaws in his plan. He had merely been defeated by intelligence.
He had never expected the Heroes Association's legacy to be so powerful. Even after nearly a thousand years, they had still been able to summon three of the Seven Great Gangs, along with numerous Soul Fusion Realm and Spirit Transformation Realm martial artists.
Su Xin was exceptionally talented at calculating people's hearts, but that talent depended on having detailed information or having personally interacted with someone before he could draw a conclusion.
Thus, even Su Xin himself had not expected the Heroes Association's hidden strength to be so formidable. Zuo Wujiang's defeat this time was not undeserved.
Still, admiration was admiration—Zuo Wujiang still had to die. If he did not, Su Xin would be unable to complete his mission.
Two thousand Villain Points and two chances at an advanced draw were worth killing for.
As Zuo Wujiang gazed upon that stunning sword strike, the immense terror between life and death allowed him, though he had never been foolish, to see through everything.
Divine radiance blazed around him. His powerful blood and qi burned without cease, while the phantom of a heavenly god condensed behind him. He wanted to make one final gamble.
But alas, even as a Yang Spirit Realm martial artist, after suffering grave injuries and being pincered by experts of Wang Yu's and Su Xin's caliber, if he could still survive, then Su Xin and Wang Yu would have shamed their origins in the Underworld.
Overwhelming sword intent came twisting forth. The sword cut the flesh; the