"Jing Gang?" Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaohua couldn't help but curl his lips. Without any hesitation, his sword stabbed Yue Zhuoqun's throat, and a hint of crimson appeared.
After that, Zhang Xiaohua smiled at Yue Zhuoqun and said, "Who is Jing Gang? How would I know? Whether it's Jing Gang, Li Gang, or Wang Gang, since you've fallen into my hands, how could I let you go?"
As Yue Zhuoqun's throat was punctured and his death approached, his eyes filled with disbelief and unwillingness upon hearing Zhang Xiaohua's words. He seemed astonished that Zhang Xiaohua didn't know who Jing Gang was, and at the same time, he felt immense sadness that he died without anyone knowing.
When Yue Zhuoqun finally collapsed to the ground with numerous thoughts in his mind, Zhang Xiaohua took out a jade talisman from his chest and struck it on Yue Zhuoqun's corpse. Flames immediately sprang up, and before long, the body was burned to ashes without a trace.
