Wuu Xudong coldly asked Long Fei, "How do you know about Li Cangfeng?"
Wang Kun also furrowed his brows.
Long Fei chuckled lightly, "It seems my guess was true after all—you've spent a fortune on corpses, all to deal with me."
In the dark weave of fate, he had encountered Du Jun's soul, and it all stemmed from this.
Wuu Xudong shouted, "If you're scared, just say it, and cut the crap. I'm telling you, today, not only will you die, but the woman by your side will too. I'll make you understand the taste of losing loved ones!"
"By you guys?"
With a flash from his Storage Ring, Long Fei summoned the Tai'a Sword.
As the Sword of Might appeared, with a shrill whistling, all the corpses howled at once.
It was a shiver from the depths of their being, and even Wang Kun squinted his eyes, taken aback that Long Fei still had such a Magic Artifact.
Wuu Xudong felt the breath of death more acutely, and involuntarily protected his body.
