"Enough with your nonsense, die!"
Chu Fengmian snorted coldly, clenching his hand, causing Zhao Duanqiao's body to start inflating wildly, like a balloon about to burst under the immense pressure.
"No! I won't die! I belong to the Zhao family! How could I possibly die!"
Even facing imminent death, Zhao Duanqiao continued to roar madly, but his roars were meaningless.
His body grew larger and larger, and finally with a bang turned into a cloud of blood mist, which was completely absorbed by Chu Fengmian, merging into his Slaughter Sword Technique.
While the blood qi of a dominion-grade martial artist was of little use to Chu Fengmian at this point, it was still better than nothing, and Chu Fengmian was not one to waste any opportunity to enhance his strength.
"To eradicate the roots after cutting the grass, you're next!"
Chu Fengmian's gaze turned icy as he looked at Master Mu, who was kneeling on the ground, trembling with fear.
