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Having killed Zhao Qing, Su Changkong felt a vicious satisfaction in his heart; Zhao Qing had schemed against him with malicious intentions, and now he had died by Su Changkong's hand, a fitting end to his crimes!
But it wasn't over yet!
Su Changkong glanced towards the distance with a cold sweat, as the black-clad, masked men holding crossbows in the darkness were all stunned.
"Zhao... Lord Zhao is dead?"
"Fight him! If Lord Zhao is dead, we won't survive either!"
The faces of these black-clad, masked men were contorted with savagery, some shocked that Zhao Qing had died at the hands of Su Changkong, and others in despair, determined to fight Su Changkong to the death.
Su Changkong's figure flashed, dragging a blur as he pounced toward a group of black-clad men!
"Whizz whizz whizz!"
Some black-clad men pulled the triggers of their crossbows, firing bolts at Su Changkong, but he had anticipated their moves; he twisted his body and all the arrows missed their target.
