"Gang Leader, having green hills nearby, why fear of running out of firewood!"
Rushing at the forefront, the Shadowless Demon, Liu Qianbian, was the fastest.
His "Earthly Horse Flying" Qinggong seemed like that of a mosquito flying, yet faster, more urgent, and more venomous than a mosquito!
A mosquito bite meant little; at most, it would itch or swell a bit. But being hit by Liu Qianbian's fan also caused itching and swelling.
However, what was more terrifying was the subsequent fatal poisoning.
And another person who furiously killed from behind was the Fast Blade Demon, Du Jue.
Du Jue's blade was cold like a lake of autumn water, a waning crescent moon.
Others wielded their blades with certainty.
He, however, flung his blade without any certainty.
Because he didn't rely on certainty, what certainty could he have against someone who couldn't even defeat Li Chenzhou?
He could only hope that his blade was fast enough.
