"Losers are always in the wrong?"
Sir God Xue Dao trembled and he couldn't help but lower his head.
He lifted his head at the next moment but then he shouted hysterically, "Jian Wushuang, you are great, but don't get too carried away. I am going to die at your hand. But in no time, you will absolutely die at another person's hand!!!"
"It is only a matter of time. You will have to die!!"
Sir God Xue Dao was frenzied.
Jian Wushuang saw and shook his head. There was sympathy in his eyes, "Don't worry, I won't torture you. Go in peace."
Jian Wushuang said and then pointed casually. There was a ray of light that pierced Sir God Xue Dao's head straight away.
Sir God Xue Dao died on the spot.
Jian Wushuang's face turned cold at the sight.
