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The lady's hand was shaped like a knife-hand strike, its outer edge already wrapped in the Wind Element, forming a Wind Blade.

Then the two of them, one on the left and one on the right, drove their hands into the City Lord's ribs at the same time.

"Pfft..."

The City Lord was gravely wounded on the spot, coughing up several mouthfuls of blood before he finally stopped.

At that moment, he was shocked beyond words.

Heavens!

Just now, he had still felt moved and gratified by their actions.

The very next moment, these two had dealt him a fatal blow.

How was he supposed to accept that? He even ignored the pain in his body; he even forgot that he should immediately counterattack and knock the two of them away.

He stiffly turned his head and looked at Huo Feng in utter confusion. "W-why?! Even if I haven't treated you like my own son all these years, I've still treated you quite well, haven't I?! Why would you do this?"

"You can't be so naive as to think that if you kill me, those two will let you go, right? Don't forget, the source of all this is you. They might spare anyone else, but they will never spare you."

Unfortunately, at that moment, Huo Feng's face was blank, even his gaze unfocused.

How could he possibly answer him?

The City Lord was, after all, over a hundred years old, and he was, after all, a Spirit Saint. Naturally, he had some experience.

After his surge of emotion passed, he looked at Huo Feng's blank face and immediately noticed something was wrong.

Almost instinctively, he turned his head to look at "Madam," only to find that she wore the same blank expression.

"A spirit-type illusion soul skill?"

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