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Ruan Jinqiang's long spear fell to the ground, and he himself collapsed onto the earth.
In his chest, the long knife had sliced directly from the chest to the abdomen.
This strike was truly a gut-wrenching blow.
Chu Ning did not hold back at all.
He and Ruan Jinqiang had no personal feud, but he had guessed Ruan Jinqiang's intention.
To delay him.
Chu Ning's gaze shifted to Huang Xuan and the guard by his side.
The guard, under Chu Ning's sweeping look, turned pale, his body trembling uncontrollably.
Guard Ruan, what a name!
This was a warrior on the verge of breaking through to the Sixth Grade Martial General, and yet, he had perished just like that.
He was slain in less than seven moves.
Whoosh!
Chu Ning flung his long knife, and a streak of cold light shot forth; Huang Xuan instinctively closed his eyes, only feeling a warm flow spraying onto his face. When he opened his eyes again, he discovered that the guard beside him had fallen to the ground.
