Chen Mu wiped the blood from under his nose, and spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm with force.
If it weren't for the severe pain in his chest and innards, he would have burst into laughter.
"Impervious to swords and spears, yet I still managed to kill you!"
At that moment, a white figure caught his eye.
Chen Mu abruptly turned his head, a surge of murderous intent in his gaze.
Somehow, a person clad in a white coat was standing on the wall opposite him.
The person's hair was disheveled, and their clothes were in disorder, obviously thrown on in a hurry.
In their right hand, they held a heavy-backed machete, their eyes bright and penetrating.
The eldest son of the Zuo Family—Zuo Sheng!
Facing Chen Mu's lethal gaze, Zuo Sheng's eyelids twitched, and he immediately raised his machete in a fist-and-palm salute, his voice grave, "Brother Chen!"
Chen Mu was startled, then remembered that this person was also one of Sheng Hong's disciples.
