Chapter 645
Pfft! The curved blade pierced his body, passing straight through Shen Lang's chest.
A glaring wound appeared. The Asura Blade had a special effect—once it passed through the chest, the wound could not heal no matter what.
Blood continued to flow, staining half of Shen Lang's body red.
He knelt halfway to the ground, his pupils dilated as he stared at Xu Zimo.
Xu Zimo walked step by step toward Shen Lang.
"Why?" Shen Lang asked with great difficulty, his mouth full of blood.
"Don't worry. Xiao Qing will be joining you very soon," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
As Shen Lang's corpse slowly fell, the Jingxiao Peak disciples behind him all panicked.
"Y-you killed Senior Brother Shen," one disciple said blankly.
"Run! Find Senior Brother Yan and have him avenge us!" one disciple roared. Immediately afterward, the several disciples scattered and fled in different directions.
Xu Zimo frowned slightly. He brought his hands together, and an imposing force descended from the heavens.
It suppressed all those disciples.
The fleeing Bixiao Peak disciples only felt a crushing gravity descend upon them. Every one of them grew slower and slower as they ran.
In the end, it was as if a great mountain had been pressed onto their backs, and their bodies exploded outright.
A rain of blood fell all around. Several Taixiao Peak disciples stared blankly at the scene.
"Have any of you seen Lin Feng?" Xu Zimo turned and asked.
"N-no, we haven't," Xue Qingming shook his head and said, "When we landed in this ruin, we were all scattered apart. We hardly knew one another's locations.
"We only ran into each other because we were lucky."
Xu Zimo nodded slightly. He ignored the others and walked alone straight ahead.
Xue Qingming and the others watched