"Why? why did you kill me?" Feng rutao asked in confusion as he looked at the sword wound on his chest.
He could be considered an expert who dominated a region. After so many years, he must have had many enemies. It was inevitable that some people would seek revenge. However, he had never seen this woman in front of him, let alone have any deep hatred. Feng rutao had never dreamed that he would die in the hands of an unknown woman.
"Because you've provoked someone you shouldn't have. You shouldn't have attacked her." The woman said indifferently.
"Plop!" Feng rutao fell to the ground and died. When his last wisp of vitality disappeared, he finally understood. It turned out that the old man was not the only strong cultivator behind Ling Chuxi. Unfortunately, he realized it too late, and it was too late to regret.
