Nine sharp-edged swords stabbed Mo Han Shan's upper body at the same time, pinning him firmly in place, turning his whole body into an hedgehog. At this time, he looked so miserable.
"Pfft..." Blood spurted wildly from Mo Han Shan's body, the last energy that had been supported by his body finally dissipated, and his body gradually softened.
"You traitors..." He landed on his knees, maintaining a kneeling posture, one hand holding the hilt of the sword pierced into the chest, the other hand hooked with all five fingers, stretched forward, eagerly wanting to strangle his attackers to death.
The shadowless killers were not in a hurry to draw their swords, but took a few steps back, realizing that Mo Han Shan was sure to die. Their faces showed great deal of joy.
