The Night of the Ghost God Domain
As Xu Zimo walked toward him step by step, there was not the slightest panic in Xuan Ming's eyes. Instead, there was even more hatred.
"I really like that look in your eyes," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
He lifted a foot and kicked Xuan Ming flying.
Xuan Ming's body slammed heavily into the Azure Dragon Saber beside him. In an instant, it felt as though his five viscera and six bowels were about to spill from his mouth.
Xuan Ming struggled to stand again, but unfortunately, his body no longer allowed it.
"Friend, there's no need to slaughter them all, is there?" Fei Lin stepped forward from above and said.
"You spared Heavenly Saint Academy's student Xuan Ming once. Let it be a case of no friendship without a fight."
"Do you want to come down and try?" Xu Zimo asked in return.
Fei Lin fell silent for a moment, then smiled faintly. "Then do as you please."
After saying that, he turned and left directly.
"What? You're not going to be the referee anymore?" Xu Zimo said.
He shifted his gaze and looked at Xuan Ming once more.
"You dare kill me?" Xuan Ming said coldly.
"Staining my blade with your blood would only defile it," Xu Zimo replied.
He raised his foot without the slightest mercy.
His right foot came crashing down.
With a boom, it was as though a watermelon had been stomped apart. Blood gushed forth, and brains burst everywhere.
Many people shut their eyes instinctively at the sight.
"Have you all had your fill of the show? Is anyone coming down to put on a performance with me?" Xu Zimo swept his gaze around and asked.
Many people instinctively took a step back.
Seeing that no